Letter To The City 2

C-Sick Uh Soon as you hear this verse, I'm out the record deal They cheated 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 Cullinan, four-doors 'cause my son in it I'm drivin' down the Gardiner, Toronto, home city With two tings that I partnered up, playin' putter and possum Then I puff with my girls like Buttercup with a Blossom Excessive needs for pussy, power, and SUVs That drop us to the back-door entrances, stress relief And no less, indeed, the 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 gather back at your party Uh, select the women, I fuck raw and unprotected Like fuck if you get pregnant, I'll keep it Keep it secret, only in town for a week, and I'm Datin' women knowin' I'm cheatin' for foreign reasonin' Fuck y'all niggas throwin' y'all beef in I'm goin' vegan with Heaven's timin' Shootin' and set designin', they're movin Like I sold ten million records in record timin' I did, then I kept on climbin' I started at 90 Orenda, plays and private agendas Tryna get fly, but niggas 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 Singin' to Sean Kingston for clout and advance I'm still proud of that man, know I fell out from his hands He didn't do me worse than — and all of his friends Them niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas should be in fear Watchin' Melii do the numbers like she runnin' track and field Plus we just got Kaash 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 fuckin' 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