Life

[Intro: Tory Lanez] Yeah (Come in) [Verse 1: Tory Lanez] Names that you know me by, praise to the holy high Shit, been a lonely ride, all I do is only try Weed is my only high, magazine forty-five I can tell the pain in youngin' from my shorty's eyes Rap niggas gettin' at me, young niggas pickin' at me I'm shootin' past the limits, a nigga trigger happy Shade Room gettin' nasty, Black girls flippin' at me Bestfriends switchin' on me, shit, at least a nigga happy White drapes on the wall, white babes on the call Spanish joints on the call, white grape on the pour Champagne where you see us, man came from to see us Jay-Z and Penny Marshalls, I felt that and it's awful Fake niggas tryna play me, lame bitches tryna blame me Same niggas gassed up, same niggas tryna flame me We made it past the margin and past the section eighty We got white people marchin', this shit is fuckin' crazy We gon' be on the favors, I'm soapy on the faker It's real shit goin' on, George and Breonna Taylor Type shit ain't on the fogal, fly bitches on my scrotum They pay me for appearance and pay me for my vocals Yeah, fuck all that happy shit niggas want me on It's niggas in my line of work that want me gone House that come with alarms, spouse that come with a charm Lamb' that sit in garage, that don't come from the farm I see wonderful views, when God got me, it'll pay any one of my dues Holla at one of y'all, choose, how I was one of them dudes Well if you was them you'd probably front on me too Yeah, if I was you and you were me, I would stunt on me too Cash from seein' blessings, I got too much money at this point to be aggressive I hate bein' outside knowin' I need to stress it I hate overprovin' myself without bein' present, preach nigga Get in the booth now, so I'm like givin' it my own shit now [Verse 2: Tory Lanez] Lame niggas talk about me, same niggas walk around me Hate me and strongly doubt me, I feel like Robert Downey Back through the fly again, hoes sayin' "hi" again Newly and improved suit, yeah lil' bitch, I'm Ironman Hotter than bacon oil sittin' in the fryin' pan New set of wings on me, Red Bull, flyin' man We don't even count the money, we weigh it up and we eye the bands I'm pullin' fuckin' strings, I feel like Einer Bankz God usin' my situation to break the limitations Soar past the niggas hatin', more past the shit that's waitin' Devil in his recreations, Black on Black segregation Turnin' us against each other, faith ain't gotta test your patience Black boy, shine, nigga, Black women, grow baby Black boy and Black women together, now that's a soul baby That's on my soul, baby, down to the toes, baby The feelin' to feel like "d-d-d, d-d-d, d-d-d, d-d-d, d-d-d" Let's have some conversations, F all the contemplations Look how we livin', young world, peep all the abominations Shit is a prime example, truth in that time of answer Truth and the time'll tell like Mike and Chance when it's time to sample Slide through the vacant door, fuck niggas hate me more Have we got this critical that we can't even be human and let niggas even make mistakes anymore? What happened to bein' us? What happened to bein' more? Wassup [Bridge: Yoko Gold] Woah, sexy moonlight dance on the horizon It's over, it's cold and full of violence I pray you find peace inside the silence I pray that you see the light Your words sting like bees all on my body Make me sip, I speed in the Bugatti Devil's on my soul and on my body Just pray that I see the light [Outro: Tory Lanez]