I Told You / Another One - Tory Lanez

American raised, Canadian born
My name is Daystar Peterston
One day I'mma be the biggest artist in the whole world
As for right now though, the year is 2008
I'm 16 years old, this is where my story begins

Daystar, Daystar
I know you hear me calling you
Daystar, open this door
You know what, I'm done, I'm done
I'm so sick of your disrespect, I don't know what the f_ck to do
I'm tired, you don't cook, you don't clean
You don't do sh_t
All I ever asked you to do was go get a job
You won't even get a job
But you wanna find yourself in the street hustling
Thinking that sh_t gonna pay off, it ain't gon pay off
It's not gon last, you gon find yourself dead
Real, oh okay, so you mean to tell me
That street life gon pay off for you?
Boy please, I'm just waiting to get the phone call for them to tell me to come down and identify your body.
It ain't gon last. And this music stuff. N_gga go get a job. That's what you need. You need a job, I'm done.
I'm sorry you lost your mom, but I can't take this sh_t no more. I want you to get your sh_t and get the f_ck out.
I'm done with your ass. Get your sh_t and get the f_ck out. I'm done, get the f_ck out

[I Told You]

It's the year 2008, I'm getting kicked up out the crib
Instead of contemplating where the f_ck I'm bouta live
Mama died the same year my sister had the kid
It was either feed the fam or get killed
So a n_gga said f_ck it, 5 of us puttin' up for one room
Landlord straight buggin'
Roaches on the ceiling, living room straight thuggin'
Should've been left but the trap stayed bunkin'
N_gga yeah yeah
Big time, big time
Ring so swole you would think it did time
Swear I told you n_ggas for the 5th time
I'ma get mine, yeah
I got a ring so big, call the sh_t big time
She don't wanna f_ck me, man that b_tch lyin'
I've been on the get a billion dollar, rich grind
In the studio, I'm skating like a inline
Sorry I went Kristi Yamaguchi with the dough
Teachers called me stupid, now I'm stupid with the flow
Stupid with the whip game, stupid bankroll
Stupid ass n_gga, getting stupid paid shows
I've been on the road
Now a n_gga know my way around, yeah yeah
Big time, cuban chain weigh me down, yeah yeah
Flying private, I can turn the plane around, yeah yeah
These n_ggas pissy that we stayed around, yeah yeah

[Another One]

Hop in another one n_gga
Get back in another one n_gga
Dip back in another one n_gga, woah
Hop in another one n_gga
We back with another one n_gga
Came back in another one n_gga, woah
I told, I told you all
I know how I'ma get mine
I told, I told you all
I know, I know
Hop in another one n_gga
Then hop out another one n_gga
Then back in another one n_gga, woah
Hop in another one n_gga
We back with another one n_gga
Then back in another one n_gga, woah

My wrist is froze like Kristi Yamaguchi
Skating on them, Kristi Yamaguchi
We watch a n_gga talkin' at us loosely
Skating on them, Kristi Yamaguchi
You love the sound, uh, don't f_ck around, uh
458, I dropped it in the Winter
Big homie asked a n_gga what I'm down for
Looked him in the eye and said to do it till I'm bigger than you
I'm wop his ass on him
Kicked out the house in Brampton had a n_gga trappin' out in Danforth
Take the TTC to get the figures, just me my lil n_gga
Ain't had no hittas wit us
Was with the thugs, dealers, plugs, killers and slugs
All my n_ggas was plugs, all my b_tches was dubs
Left me out when I was tryna make it deal what it does
Can't forget about a drop when they put 6 in my plug
Only thing I gotta do is get my Mom out the mud
Only thing I gotta do is get it poppin' and blowin'
Only thing I gotta do is hit my wrist with the soda
N_ggas thought it was over, but b_tch I live by the slogan
I told you


It's a 7-30 chance I won't f_ck with you n_ggas
It's a 7-30 chance I might f_ck up them digits
In the bottom where them n_ggas they ain't f_ck with you n_gga
Now you're up and they feel like they should be up with you n_gga
I remember nights when I was starving and hungry and ballin' and bummy
And for-sick cos my car wasn't running and woah
Dawgy all I want is a onion
The game was callin' me audibly like someone confronted, but no
N_ggas never gave a n_gga nothing
F_ck I look like giving n_ggas something?
Made 100K this week, that's on my dead mama
Spend a hundred seventeen and I ain't even know it
Dawg I swear my coat is nice and wasn't even snowing
Mama told me since a youngin' I would be a soldier
Played the watch out on the block you used to see me scopin'
Respect the shooters, that's a youngin goal, we bout to blow this


It's the year 2009 and I done found myself a crib
I ain't got no dough, but I done found myself a b_tch
Dollars and success is what my n_ggas tryna get
Young as f_ck but fake ID gon' get me in the VIP
I done said f_ck school, f_ck the teachers and the public
I rather count this money with the thuggers and the junkies
The teachers used to tell me "boy you ain't gon' 'mount to nothing"
The only love I felt was from the dealers and the hustlas
We gon' do the most, so tell them n_ggas go boast
Seen my n_gga RV, and went and copped him a Ghost
Through the windshield, centerfold on the door
Ten below on you hoes, getting dough on you foes
Getting dough on these fours, getting money and shows
These checks are looking silly, I'm getting funny on hoes
Funny how I'm stuntin' and somethin' flooded in stove
Put them huneds on hold, put them runners on go
Secure the bank

I was f_cked up, I had nowhere to go
I had moved in with my girl, you know she kept it realer than a lot of my n_ggas
She wasn't much but she was mine
The guns and the roses

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