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Tory Lanez

Hate To Say

 

Hate To Say

(album: Memories Don't Die - 2018)


I find it funny how niggas start talking money
I'm living lovely, apartment far from the bunjee
I remember us living not too far from the junkies, the flunkees
That tried to punk me on corners but never sunk me, I swear
In this bitch, yeah I'm killing this year
Them boys hated, they gon' feel it this year
I bought a 'Rari, I only drove in it once, I'm moving different this year
I'm leaving thousands, talking millions this year
When niggas really talking, talking over, talk it over
Renegotiate and make the play and they cough it over
I crossed over like Iverson when he dropped the shoulder on Jordan
The feeling more than the sport when you winning fuck how they feeling
The feelings got left aside, I told them to step aside
I'm really eating, I'm ordering extra sides, you know me
'Round the block, glovers spitting them hot flows
My scent smells like Michelle was touching Barack's clothes
Presidential, the flow is so evidential
At the clearport customs, I barely show my credentials
Don't need it tinted, I want you to know who's in it
Had me offended last time that I walked in the Holt Renfrew
Let's break it down for 'em, account this
If every show is a hunnid thou' for him then that mean
A hunnid minutes on stage will equal a hunnid K
That's one thousand a minute so please don't get offended
If I walk inside a store and spend thirty-five in it
'Cause to me, that's just thirty-five minutes
Land in Jamaica, sip on a Guinness and get it
Who wanna witness, my nigga? I'm really sick with the shiznit
I brought big Poppy out at the SumFest
Sean Kingston watched it from the side stage
I made triple the advance that he had gave me in my first year
Forty-five minutes of me on stage
And I'm not amazed, I think the tables turning
I think you learn from the bridge you burn when you see it burning
I think you learn from the world when you see it turning
I went from being a server to being this platinum deserver, you feel me?
Did a song with Meek Milly, called it "Litty"
Really I just did that shit for the city in love with Philly
God, this chinchilla fur on me, just in case it gets chilly
Burner on my side pocket, just that's in case you get illy out here
Me and Travis Scott almost fought at the Mala Luna
We both agreed shortly after that it was music
We possibly could be doing that's bigger than tryna ruin it
So my apologies, nigga, just forgive me for doing it
History made in New York City, we called a truce at the tower
I only brought a couple niggas with me
The beef was finished as soon as we took the picture, the world was watching
The attention in the industry started shifting to me
Lord forgive 'em, Lord forgive 'em, I was tripping all the time
I spit subliminal dissing, just tryna rip shit
Not realizing if I took the time to kick it and me and Drake mending bridges it'd probably equal to winning
Got the hardhead flow, money come in so thick
Them niggas call it hard bread dough
I'm in this all red four-seater, I'm leaning like the '06 fours
I said I'd stop freestyling but fuck it, oh well
A nigga flow so well, I'm like a sampling kit
Give a fuck 'bout who get pissed about by samples and skits
Niggas mad I'm remixing their shit-pshh
Fuck out of here, nigga, stop being a bitch
I think it's time we cut the silence by niggas that's talking violent
Speak of silence and give 'em coffins and violins playing
R&B niggas with Sisqó haircuts, wilding and styling
They dissing, guess they just tryna go viral, I feel 'em
This your favorite song, this gon' be your favorite song
'Cept when I say it, it's really the people's favorite song
You did a vid dissing to flex the i8
I could've flexed a 'Rari or Wraith, but nigga, I ain't
Instead, I bought my house the other day, I'm flexed in the paint
Real estate, I'm property shopping, bitches probably watching
Got the Gadget-Go flow, Nobu and So-Ho
I've been crossed by some niggas I used to go toe-to-toe for
Blow for blow flow, sick enough to eat a blowfish
G5 jet playing Go-fish, eating gold fish
Just for the record, I did this shit for the hopeless
Just drove a Rolls through the hood on the corner where I was homeless
It's Fargo

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