Letter 2 My City

Yeah

You, you

Dear, Toronto

Look, uh

You shot one of my closest niggas over nothin'

Overheard discussions, niggas talkin' 'bout it

Tryna be the greatest, sell a billion records

Stayin' right with God is the best way of goin' 'bout it

Think it's time I take this time and give 'em blessings

Niggas stressin'

Niggas can't see the situations they gettin' blessed in

Came a ways from robbin' niggas with them Smith & Wessons

Gotta understand

Shows sellin' out, hoes yellin' out, uh

Far from my coke shootin', dope sellin' routes, uh

I kicked it with niggas it was no tellin' 'bout, uh

Some Armenian thugs that blow melons out

I used to play the corner while niggas was playin' on it

Had to stay informed, instead of just playin' dormant

Back when I was tryin' to set the play up with Jay and Lawrence

I knew I was 'bout to be major, but f*ck it

That's just a page in the booklet

He's just a name in the story

You gotta pay your respects

I had to pay it in glory

I would play the block slow 'til 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

Sleepin' in the back of broken vans and lands

With both hands inside my lane, yeah nigga that's just where I landed

Campin' ou,t was always standin' 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