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I Am Toronto

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[Intro]

Yeah

This songs from old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit

For my niggas, though

 

[Verse 1]

You underestimated greatly

Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me

The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me

So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety

I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards

You probably wouldnt lose a single rapper

Niggas make threats, cant hear em over the laughter

Yeah, thats cause Im headed to the bank, nigga

Sinatra lifestyle, Im just being Frank with you

I mean, where you think she at when she aint with you

Wildin, doin shit thats way out of your budget

Owl sweaters and saddle luggage, you gotta love it

Damn, this shit could go on a tape

Bitches lovin my drive, I never give it a break

Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook

Thats why every song sound like Drake featuring Drake

Straight white pre?, whys it always me

Got us watchin our words like theres wire taps on the team

Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas

Guess its funny how money can make change outta niggas

For real

Some nobody started feelin himself

A couple somebodies started killin themself

A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf

I bet them shits would have popped if I was willin to help

 

[Verse 2]

I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation

Bad press over the summer for allegations

I aint lyin, my nigga, my time is money

Thats why I aint got time for a nigga whos time is comin

A lot of niggas PR stuntin like thats the movement

And Im the only nigga still know for the music

I swear, fuck them niggas this year

I made Forbes list, nigga

Fuck your list, everythings lookin gorgeous

Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans

But if I stay in the shit, theres a bunch of corpses

And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans

Stashin money like quarters off multi-platinum recordings

Eat it like Im seated at Swiss?

Nothin was the same, this shit for Easy and Cocoa

This shit for Kareem, this shit for Jaevon

This shit for Julius, Milly Mill

We do this shit for real

All them boys in my will

All them boys is my wheel

Anything happen to pop and I got you like Uncle Phil

Weezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill

If anything happen to poppy, might pop a nigga for real

Comin live from the screwface, livin out a suitcase

But Im feelin good, Johnny got me pushin two plates

My weight up, I refuse to wait up, I started a new race

Its funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe

Niggas treat me like Ive been here for 10

Some niggas been here for a couple, never been here again

Im on my King James shit, Im tryin to win here again

A young nigga tryin to win here again

Man, whats up

 

[Outro]

Yeah

A young nigga tryin to win here again

If I like her, I just fly her to the city Im in

I got her drinkin with your boy

I got her fucked up, shorty

Aww yeah

 

 

 

 

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