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Tory Lanez

Kids From The West

 

Kids From The West

(álbum: The New Toronto - 2015)


[Intro DJ Drama:]
To be honest, we destined for greatness
You know like TV, every day shit
To be even more honest
You're time may be up
You know like only on TV once
On TV1, destined for a tragic unsung story
Haha, I'm sorry, you just didn't play your cards right

[Verse Tory Lanez:]
Nigga, ma died daddy wasn't there
I was out here getting money with the scale (true shit)
Brother in jail, need a canteen?
Now I'm sending money in the mail
Running from the law
Only thing a nigga fearing out here is the Lord nigga
Did it all for my dogs in a fresh pair of draws
Aw yeah, hit the window with the top down
Ride around with the niggas in the mini caravan
Looking for a new wrist
Drop down in a bent air force, I be looking for a new link
Sure nigga, oh boy, you can tell them old niggas that it's over
Nigga came with that new shit, true shit
Dog, I been waiting on you niggas
Motherfuckers hating on me, but it's cool
I'm getting paper, why you suckers got to play on a nigga?
For the name hoes change, nigga
Watch what you claim on these bitches
But the fame, my nigga
For the fame, only real bitch I had was Keisha
And she still changed on a nigga
You could picture the pain in my scriptures
Lame in your mixture
Young nigga, hanging my tone
From the cold ass nights I was stinking alone
And my clothes ranked and they reeked of the dank ass weed
From the blanks and the floor my nigga
Just love if you love me, don't ask me for nothing
Just know that you got it
When Jay coming back to Miami next week
Then you know that it's popping
I'm all in your crib like a center bitch
Don't make me open your stockings, open like Stockman
Grandma told me if I'm gonna be something
Then it better be lawyer or doctor
But I'm a make more as a rapper, make more as a rapper
She ain't believe me, I did it and told her to open my chapter
And that's how you show by example

[Outro DJ Drama:]
You see my mom always thought I should get a regular job
She didn't really see the future in this, I had to show her
I had the license to burn money in what I was doing
I haven't had a real job in twenty years
If we can do it, so can you

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