Letters to the City

[Produced By: C Sick] [Intro] Yeah, new new (New Toronto) New Toronto (Tory Lanez, and like that We gone) [Verse 1] Shot one of my closest niggas over nothing Overheard discussions niggas talk about it Try to be the greatest sell a billion records Standing right with God is the best way of going ‘bout it Think it’s time I take this time to give them blessings Niggas stressing Niggas can't see the situation they getting blessed in Came a ways from, robbing niggas with them Smith and Wessons Gotta understand, shows selling out, hoes yelling out Far from my coke shooting, dope selling routes I kicked it with niggas there was no tellin’ ‘bout Some Armenian thugs that blow melons out I used to play the corner while niggas was playing on it I had to stay informed and study just playing dormant Back when I was trying to set the plan with Jay and Lawrence I knew I was 'bout to be major But fuck it that’s just a page in the booklet He’s just the name and the story, you gotta pay your respects I had to pay it in glory, I would play the block slow Till the corner block corner shop closed And play the slots in the winter until I’m snot nosed Abandoned bastard I was stranded I guess that was the cards that I was handed Sleeping in the back of broken vans and lands With both hands inside my lane And nigga that’s just where I landed Camping out was always standing out I was that nigga that done branched out I was that nigga so I’ve spoken ‘bout The brand that these niggas that got focused They had they hands out