Letter To The City 2
作词 : Daystar Peterson/Abraham Orellana
作曲 : Daystar Peterson/Abraham Orellana
[Intro]
C-Sick
[Verse]
Uh
Soon as you hear this verse, I'm out the record deal
And she did twelve albums, four years, and that's a record still
Hand to the sky like Emmett Till off the steppin' wheel
And minus all the sex appeal, your boy about to flex for real
Rolls-Royce coloured in four-doors 'cause my son in it
I'm drivin' down the garden, uh, Toronto, home city
With two tings that I partied up, playin' party and possum
Then I puff with my girls like Buttercup with a Blossom
Excessive needs for *****, power, and SUVs
They drop us to the back door entrance, just stress relief
Ain't no less, indeed, shooters is pressin' like refugees
And the fee at the entrance way too high just to let 'em free
What can't alarm me is whose crew's finna harm me
My little dudes move like new recruits in the army
And all they see is food: shrimps, scallops, and calamari
I gallivant at a Barbie while they got the back at your party
Uh, select the women, I **** raw and unprotected
Like **** if you get pregnant, I'll keep it
Keep it secret, only in town for a week, and I'm
Datin' women on, I'm cheatin' for foreign reason, and
**** y'all *****s throwin' y'all beef and I'm goin' vegan with Heaven's timin'
Shootin' that set, designin' that movie like I sold ten million records in record timin'
I did, and I kept on climbin'
I started at ninety, I render, plays and private agendas
Tryna get fly, but *****s tried and I kindly reject 'em
They ran my name through the mud, but I'm finally respected
This here out of the plan, this more of a God purpose
This here out of my hands, this'll never feel like 2012
Signin' to Sean Kingston for clout and advance
I'm still proud of that man, though I fell out from his hands
He didn't do me worse than — and all of his friends
Them *****s is out of this world, they came out of the sand
I'm still 'bout it, my mans
Thought this shit was mad love 'til I see my album advance
They took radio from me, I stay proud of my stance
I kept slappin' the world with hits like I powdered my hands
I would've been ten times bigger if — wasn't bein' bitter and doubtin' my chance
Threatenin' to shelf my whole career for five years
As if you wasn't takin' money from my out my advance
I got out by chance
Them nights was like the Super Bowl, watchin' out from the stands
God don't make things happen by chance
And it's some things you gon' have to experience
I dappin' up the border officer passin' the clearance
He always makes a corny joke 'bout my rapper appearance
Then I do a fake laugh that he catches like pass interference
I fly back into Paris
Blunt smoke ash on my terrace
My competition just a empty ass class full of chairs
Talkin' to myself is lonely, minus the fact that I'm here
I'm tryna see all of my *****s blossom
Mariah sellin' shows, Coachella her first year
And minus all the times we disagree, I'm still here
Pierre, Papi Yerr 'bout to be a whole millionaire
Davo comin' out the cut with a chick with Sicilian hair
Mansa is droppin' next month, you *****s should be in fear
Watchin' Melii do the numbers like she runnin' track and field
Plus we just got Cass in here
And this whole Umbrella army on full attack mode, for real
New Toronto 3, I'll leave it at that
And ain't nobody ****in' with me, folk, I'll keep it at that
Yeah, the next move is goin' fully independent
And any label offer under hundred mill' is just offensive
I promise
Letter To The City 2LRC歌词
[00:00.00] 作词 : Daystar Peterson/Abraham Orellana
[00:00.71] 作曲 : Daystar Peterson/Abraham Orellana
[00:01.43][Intro]
[00:10.80]C-Sick
[00:11.64][Verse]
[00:11.92]Uh
[00:12.45]Soon as you hear this verse, I'm out the record deal
[00:14.70]And she did twelve albums, four years, and that's a record still
[00:17.44]Hand to the sky like Emmett Till off the steppin' wheel
[00:20.12]And minus all the sex appeal, your boy about to flex for real
[00:22.81]Rolls-Royce coloured in four-doors 'cause my son in it
[00:25.88]I'm drivin' down the garden, uh, Toronto, home city
[00:28.62]With two tings that I partied up, playin' party and possum
[00:31.41]Then I puff with my girls like Buttercup with a Blossom
[00:34.19]Excessive needs for *****, power, and SUVs
[00:37.28]They drop us to the back door entrance, just stress relief
[00:40.5]Ain't no less, indeed, shooters is pressin' like refugees
[00:42.77]And the fee at the entrance way too high just to let 'em free
[00:45.60]What can't alarm me is whose crew's finna harm me
[00:48.72]My little dudes move like new recruits in the army
[00:52.39]And all they see is food: shrimps, scallops, and calamari
[00:54.32]I gallivant at a Barbie while they got the back at your party
[00:57.71]Uh, select the women, I **** raw and unprotected
[01:00.19]Like **** if you get pregnant, I'll keep it
[01:02.42]Keep it secret, only in town for a week, and I'm
[01:04.61]Datin' women on, I'm cheatin' for foreign reason, and
[01:07.24]**** y'all *****s throwin' y'all beef and I'm goin' vegan with Heaven's timin'
[01:09.94]Shootin' that set, designin' that movie like I sold ten million records in record timin'
[01:15.34]I did, and I kept on climbin'
[01:16.60]I started at ninety, I render, plays and private agendas
[01:19.59]Tryna get fly, but *****s tried and I kindly reject 'em
[01:22.57]They ran my name through the mud, but I'm finally respected
[01:25.37]This here out of the plan, this more of a God purpose
[01:28.43]This here out of my hands, this'll never feel like 2012
[01:31.25]Signin' to Sean Kingston for clout and advance
[01:34.33]I'm still proud of that man, though I fell out from his hands
[01:36.67]He didn't do me worse than — and all of his friends
[01:39.71]Them *****s is out of this world, they came out of the sand
[01:42.24]I'm still 'bout it, my mans
[01:43.82]Thought this shit was mad love 'til I see my album advance
[01:46.45]They took radio from me, I stay proud of my stance
[01:49.49]I kept slappin' the world with hits like I powdered my hands
[01:52.29]I would've been ten times bigger if — wasn't bein' bitter and doubtin' my chance
[01:56.69]Threatenin' to shelf my whole career for five years
[01:59.52]As if you wasn't takin' money from my out my advance
[02:01.84]I got out by chance
[02:03.13]Them nights was like the Super Bowl, watchin' out from the stands
[02:05.98]God don't make things happen by chance
[02:08.31]And it's some things you gon' have to experience
[02:11.28]I dappin' up the border officer passin' the clearance
[02:13.90]He always makes a corny joke 'bout my rapper appearance
[02:16.74]Then I do a fake laugh that he catches like pass interference
[02:19.55]I fly back into Paris
[02:21.34]Blunt smoke ash on my terrace
[02:22.43]My competition just a empty ass class full of chairs
[02:25.15]Talkin' to myself is lonely, minus the fact that I'm here
[02:28.14]I'm tryna see all of my *****s blossom
[02:30.6]Mariah sellin' shows, Coachella her first year
[02:32.63]And minus all the times we disagree, I'm still here
[02:35.74]Pierre, Papi Yerr 'bout to be a whole millionaire
[02:38.36]Davo comin' out the cut with a chick with Sicilian hair
[02:41.23]Mansa is droppin' next month, you *****s should be in fear
[02:44.7]Watchin' Melii do the numbers like she runnin' track and field
[02:47.6]Plus we just got Cass in here
[02:48.83]And this whole Umbrella army on full attack mode, for real
[02:51.47]New Toronto 3, I'll leave it at that
[02:54.16]And ain't nobody ****in' with me, folk, I'll keep it at that
[02:57.2]Yeah, the next move is goin' fully independent
[03:00.14]And any label offer under hundred mill' is just offensive
[03:02.98]I promise
