C-Sick - Letters to the City lyrics

[Produced By: C Sick] [Intro] Yeah, new you (New Toronto) New Toronto (Tory Lanez, and like that We gone) [Verse 1] Shot one of my closest n***as over nothing Overheard discussions n***as talk about it Try to be the greatest sell a billion records Standing right with God is the best way of going ‘bout it Think it's time I take this time to give them blessings n***as stressing n***as can't see the situation they getting blessed in Came a ways from, robbing n***as with them Smith and Wessons Gotta understand, shows selling out, hoes yelling out Far from my coke shooting, dope selling routes I kicked it with n***as there was no tellin' ‘bout Some Armenian thugs that blow melons out I used to play the corner while n***as was playing on it I had to stay informed and study just playing dormant Back when I was trying to set the plan with Jay and Lawrence I knew I was 'bout to be major But f** it that's just a page in the booklet He's just the name and the story, you gotta pay your respects I had to pay it in glory, I would play the block slow Till the corner block corner shop closed And play the slots in the winter until I'm snot nosed Abandoned ba*tard I was stranded I guess that was the cards that I was handed Sleeping in the back of broken vans and lands With both hands inside my lane And n***a that's just where I landed Camping out was always standing out I was that n***a that done branched out I was that n***a so I've spoken ‘bout The brand that these n***as that got focused They had they hands out