Sorry But I Had To...

(Album: Daystar - 2020)

[Jamal Smith:]
His hair, wack, his gear, wack
His jewelry, wack, his foot stance, wack
The way that he talks, wack
The way that he doesn't even like to smile, wack
Me, I'm tight as fuck

[Tory Lanez:]
Look

All I'm catching is niggas on Twitter, dissing
And talking lies on they lives
I cannot recognize my ex-twin in full disguise
Since I went independent, these niggas want my demise
But I am yeast to the bread, my nigga, watch me rise
I'm watching niggas analyze me, how you protecting me?
But made this whole plan to fry me?
Since the event, you never called me but you can't deny me
If you got shot from behind, how can you identify me?
It's funny how you got these lil' fufu, four plaque, lil' ju-ju niggas talking Zulu
I coulda made the shooters make a movie like it's Hulu
But who's these new niggas, talking, bopping and popping shit
But got less than four accomplishments? I got way more to lose than you do
Uh, watching the industry try and ho you
Asian Doll talking, but shawty, I don't know you
I never met you, nor have I heard a song
And nor have I seen billboards
See your name in any cert or song from out your catalog
Oop, the hat is off
Behind that tatted skin, you battered with scattered scars
But I still respect and help you
Just don't treat me like you see me out in public
And I said, "Fuck it," and tried to disrespect you
JoJo, that was a bozo move
You tryna take me off a song that got you the most views
Got mad love for you, though, your label, they confused
They spent fifty on my feature, they fifty K in the lose right now, yeah
Nigga, play me, nigga, play me 'til the day I get to save me
I'm watching mad face and y'all niggas is moving shady
Delusional, like
Like how that 1942 from Kylie house still got you talking crazy
Fuck a hail or handshake from niggas
The past months, the energy been mad fake from niggas
But I'm lifted up, bring Saran Wrap, talents gifted up
And if I drop this shit for a second, I'm back to pick it up
Unapologetically, jumped inside a pool and Kylie's face was looking heavenly
And though I'm innocent, they got this picture painted heavily
I pray that God remember me, faith done turn all my situations to a melon tree
Uh, J.R. Smith, it's the pot that piss
And you the last cat that should talk about some shots that hit
'Cause your performance and percentage, player
Rolling, riding benches, nigga, I'm from the trenches, nigga
You the type to buy a chick a eighty inch and still won't get a inch up in her
Yeah, I'm at they head, spraying hard like a spritzer, nigga
Bagging niggas' ex bitches off a Insta' picture
Toes ruffling through the sand like a Kingston nigga
Yeah, contradictions in your lines
With domestic pride crimes, we still have yet to find mines
Any time I brought these bitches up, you stressed it five times
How you try to kill the cat and then forget them nine lives?
I know it so well, I know these niggas so well
Jealous feelings, niggas best at catching like they Odell
It's rap niggas out here telling Megan she should go tell
But she won't tell the truth 'cause I'll be kicked up in my hotel
When the spiteful live shiesty, it's real trife
You niggas playing Instagram, I'm playing real life
Think I'm finna talk about a open case just for some likes?
I promise we done worked too many nights
Please, talking nights, we worked on a wage, flipping, turn through the page
We got Bun B on live saying I should burn in a cage
In these times of Black lives, he saying I should turn to a slave
If C pmiP heard that, then my nigga would have a rage right now
No diss to Pimp and Bun, but you made "Big Pimpin'," son
Pouring champagne on women faces while they flick they tongue
I'm too young to give you lessons, but I'd like to give you one
Please stay the fuck up out my case, I ain't convicted, son
Chance the Rapp.. (Mmm, mmm), too irrelevant
I replaced his line with, "My chain looking Heaven-sent"
Next line, next line, 'cause momma always told me, "Don't you chew that food unless you would eat that shit for a next time"
I made too much money with Roc Nation
For niggas to be thinking I can't correlate the fact that it's only niggas out your roster hating
Contemplating these thoughts in my head
Like, "How the fuck these niggas calling me, threatening me not to make no statements?"
Huh, the nerve nowadays
I'm hitting certain niggas with the swerve nowadays
Gimme one DreamDoll hit record (Mmm), I'll wait
Ayy, Masika, this your chance, you in every Twitter debate
And every Shade Room comment like common sense ain't common sense
Like we be needing your two cents and all your vents
Faking a kidnapping for your OnlyFans
And tryna front like missing kids was your intent
If that's the type of shit you teaching Khari, then you should sit in a pen'
And watch people disagree in the end
You try to make it facts, but it's a L-I-E in the end
Oh, it ain't funny when it's your turn
When spectators got they lighters out with gasoline and wanting yo' burn
Fuck a caption, this is facts with no capping
When Michael Jackson, Prince got they masters back, what happened?
Tory Lanez got his masters back just now and look what happened?
And Chris Brown, a Black man that changed his life for the right
And still, Black Twitter finding ways to tear him down and bring him back in
A rapper catch a domestic, y'all start to talk that action
I feel like Famous Amos after all that happened
They want the downfall of every Black man, but I ain't going

[Yoko Gold (Tory Lanez):]
They can't stop me, they can't stop, mmm
They can't stop me, they can't stop
They can't stop me, they can't stop, mmm
They can't stop me, they can't stop
(It's like, it's like, you gotta take into account)
(Most of these niggas got my number, like)
(You coulda called me, like)
(You know what I'm saying, like)
(In the most sincere way, you coulda asked, like, nigga, like, "What happened? Did you do it?")
You know, even that woulda been straight to me, you know what I'm saying, like
I guess I'm just different
But it's all good, nigga, I'ma continue to shine
You niggas could never stop me, nigga
You'll never put my back against the motherfucking wall, nigga
As long as my toes in the sand on God's green Earth, nigga
I wear the crown, shining notoriously and gloriously
I'm on a whole 'nother set of time, nigga, Super Saiyan five, nigga
Come out swinging, like Broly, you niggas'll never stop me, nigga
'Cause every time y'all niggas throw something at me, nigga
I just keep rising, I never stop, I never back down, nigga
Back to the wall, I stand tall, nigga
Forever Umbrella, uh, uh, Tory, (Canada)
They can't stop me, they can't stop, mmm
They can't stop me, they can't stop
They can't stop me, they can't stop, mmm
They can't stop me, they can't stop