Tory Lanez - "When Its Dark (E-NFT) 8-10-21" Freestyle

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[Intro]
I’m tryna understand where was the L I mean the shows got bigger all I did was cop more cars cop more ice haha more cribs the press got bigger I guess I guess you could say a lot has changed yeah Canada

[Verse 1]
Yeah 20,000 dollars stuffed in my Amiris
400 on that cullinan shit scary
Cause when I was backing out them Benzes nah y’all ain’t hear me
Now the Rolls Royce truck parked and stunt on any car that park near me
Check the rollie homie I got time today
Ballin like I’m signed to play
It’s common buying diamonds eating ramen on a private planе
Disrespectful shooters with mе, they’ll make your mom a stain
I done lost it all got nothing to lose I make my llama bang
Niggas say it’s beef and I don’t see it I just see 50 packs
50 him 50 him by the night go get him whacked
Twitter ni**as dissing while I’m laughing bringing millis back
Boy you said it’s danger put that work and bring my Glizzy back
I’m wearing out these sweats for a week straight
Left em in police tape, my alibi phillipe’s steak
Yeah, I’ll steal a ni**a flow and what (And what, pu**y?)
Ni**a and what?
I rockin’ 4 diamonds and diamonds
Chinchilla jackets inside of the hottest climates
If my mom could see me now she’d say I’m flying, get a whiff of me
20 golden chains look like I’m Mr. T, you shittin’ me?
I done took some time but now I’m focused
Pros like a plumber you ain’t on shit then don’t approach us
Cancel me and send me where I’m gang gang with all the roaches
You poppin on the coaches gettin the doses with them toasters
Checkmate
Hoppin on my hesi step on the court doing them head fakes
Ni**as keep on sleepin on me hope they asleep til the bed break
Coppin all my dogs watch they used to rob ni**as bare faced
Middy still work the camera for me but the ni**a rollie with the red face
Still gettin head in the staircase ni**as call me a headcase
20,000 poppin out the rubber band ni**a all dead face
I remember nights when my dog told me that he used to want the red wraith
Now we pissing on the wraith nigga we done made it ni**a ain’t a fair race

[Verse 2]
Uh
40,000 dollars spent it all at strokers
F**k up out that door or we might slap up the promoters
Old ni**as talking but I ain’t hearing em, I put fear in em
I leave Cas’ body in that casket his career is in
My prime and your prime, dawg it’s no comparison
What you gon’ compare, some Smack DVD appearances?
Ding ding ding 15 seconds of fame is up
Was in them hotels with R. Kelly, we should flame you up
Plain janes everywhere like Spiderman aiming up
Peashooter pocket rocket, making sure my baby tucked
She can’t even diss me proper, she know I’m a crazy f**k
Off the lean I got this bitch screaming off my lazy f**k
If you see me out with 2 bitches it’s ’cause my ladies f**k
If you see me out with your new bitch that bitch my latest f**k
Feelin like a porn star I’m watching all this paper come
Got you on the on star I’m ’bout to come and flame you up
Suit case full of cash got me gettin paper cuts
I might buy the house beside my house to get my neighbors up
Ni**as say I’m trippin’ lately I don’t give your favorite f**k
Diamonds with the latest cuts, promise I ain’t changing up
Yeah, in it ’til the endin’
Just me against the world but shit been feelin’ like I’m winnin
I laugh about these rap ni**as, would’ve folded in my position
More old money than a pension why I got a whole 4 in my extension? Canada
Stop fuckin playin with us n***a
This Umbrella shit ain’t no joke
We fly fast cars nigga fly jets nigga
Bad bi**hes wild chanel bags and shit
Yeah
My ni**a J just made like 3 million dollars he keeping it low, you know what I’m saying
And that’s my homeboy, he don’t even f**king rap
C’mon man