Sorry But I Had To...

[Intro: Tory Lanez, Jamal Smith]

His hair, wack, his gear, wack

His jewelry, wack, his foot stance, wack

The way that he talks, wack

The way that he doesn't even like to smile, wack

Me, I'm tight as fuck

Look

[Verse: Tory Lanez]

All I'm catchin' is niggas on Twitter, dissin'

And talkin' lies on they lives

I cannot recognize my ex-twin in full disguise

Since I went independent, these niggas want my demise

But I am yeast to the bread, my nigga, watch me rise

I'm watchin' niggas analyze me, how you protectin' me?

But made this whole plan to fry me?

Since the event, you never called me but you can't deny me

If you got shot from behind, how can you identify me?

It's funny how you got these lil' fufu, four plaque, lil' ju-ju niggas talkin' Zulu

I coulda made the shooters make a movie like it's Hulu

But who's these new niggas, talkin', boppin' and poppin' shit

But got less than four accomplishments? I got way more to lose than you do

Uh, watchin' the industry try and ho you

Asian Doll talkin', but shawty, I don't know you

I never met you, nor have I heard a song

And nor have I seen billboards

See your name in any cert or song from out your catalog

Oop, the hat is off

Behind that tatted skin, you battered with scattered scars

But I still respect and help you

Just don't treat me like you see me out in public

And I said, "Fuck it," and tried to disrespect you

JoJo, that was a bozo move

You tryna take me off a song that got you the most views

Got mad love for you, though, your label, they confused

They spent fifty on my feature, they fifty K in the lose right now, yeah

Nigga, play me, nigga, play me 'til the day I get to save me

I'm watchin' mad face and y'all niggas is movin' shady

Delusional, like

Like how that 1942 from Kylie house still got you talkin' crazy

Fuck a hail or handshake from niggas

The past months, the energy been mad fake from niggas

But I'm lifted up, bring Saran Wrap, talents gifted up

And if I drop this shit for a second, I'm back to pick it up

Unapologetically, jumped inside a pool and Kylie's face was lookin' heavenly

And though I'm innocent, they got this picture painted heavily

I pray that God remember me, faith done turn all my situations to a melon tree

Uh, J.R. Smith, it's the pot that piss

And you the last cat that should talk about some shots that hit

'Cause your performance and percentage, player

Rollin', ridin' benches, nigga, I'm from the trenches, nigga

You the type to buy a chick a eighty inch and still won't get a inch up in her

Yeah, I'm at they head, sprayin' hard like a spritzer, nigga

Baggin' niggas' ex bitches off a Insta' picture

Toes rufflin' through the sand like a Kingston nigga

Yeah, contradictions in your lines

With domestic pride crimes, we still have yet to find mines

Any time I brought these bitches up, you stressed it five times

How you try to kill the cat and then forget them nine lives?

I know it so well, I know these niggas so well

Jealous feelings, niggas best at catchin' like they Odell

It's rap niggas out here tellin' Megan she should go tell

But she won't tell the truth 'cause I'll be kicked up in my hotel

When the spiteful live shiesty, it's real trife

You niggas playin' Instagram, I'm playin' real life

Think I'm finna talk about a open case just for some likes?

I promise we done worked too many nights

Please, talkin' nights, we worked on a wage, flippin', turn through the page

We got Bun B on live sayin' I should burn in a cage

In these times of Black lives, he sayin' I should turn to a slave

If C pmiP heard that, then my nigga would have a rage right now

No diss to Pimp and Bun, but you made "Big Pimpin'," son

Pourin' champagne on women faces while they flick they tongue

I'm too young to give you lessons, but I'd like to give you one

Please stay the fuck up out my case, I ain't convicted, son

Chance the Rapp.. (Mmm, mmm), too irrelevant

I replaced his line with, "My chain lookin' Heaven-sent"

Next line, next line, 'cause momma always told me, "Don't you chew that food unless you would eat that shit for a next time"

I made too much money with Roc Nation

For niggas to be thinkin' I can't correlate the fact that it's only niggas out your roster hatin'

Contemplatin' these thoughts in my head

Like, "How the fuck these niggas callin' me, threatenin' me not to make no statements?"

Huh, the nerve nowadays

I'm hittin' certain niggas with the swerve nowadays

Gimme one DreamDoll hit record (Mmm), I'll wait

Ayy, Masika, this your chance, you in every Twitter debate

And every Shade Room comment like common sense ain't common sense

Like we be needin' your two cents and all your vents

Fakin' a kidnappin' for your OnlyFans

And tryna front like missin' kids was your intent

If that's the type of shit you teachin' Khari, then you should sit in a pen'

And watch people disagree in the end

You try to make it facts, but it's a L-I-E in the end

Oh, it ain't funny when it's your turn

When spectators got they lighters out with gasoline and wantin' yo' burn

Fuck a caption, this is facts with no cappin'

When Michael Jackson, Prince got they masters back, what happened?

Tory Lanez got his masters back just now and look what happened?

And Chris Brown, a Black man that changed his life for the right

And still, Black Twitter findin' ways to tear him down and bring him back in

A rapper catch a domestic, y'all start to talk that action

I feel like Famous Amos after all that happened

They want the downfall of every Black man, but I ain't goin'

[Outro: Yoko Gold & Tory Lanez]

They can't stop me, they can't stop, mmm

They can't stop me, they can't stop

They can't stop me, they can't stop, mmm

They can't stop me, they can't stop

It's like, it's like, you gotta take into account

Most of these niggas got my number, like

You coulda called me, like

You know what I'm sayin', likeIn the most sincere way, you coulda asked, like, nigga, like, "What happened? Did you do it?"

You know, even that woulda been straight to me, you know what I'm sayin', like

I guess I'm just different

But it's all good, nigga, I'ma continue to shine

You niggas could never stop me, nigga

You'll never put my back against the motherfuckin' wall, nigga

As long as my toes in the sand on God's green Earth, nigga

I wear the crown, shinin' notoriously and gloriously

I'm on a whole 'nother set of time, nigga, Super Saiyan five, nigga

Come out swingin', like Broly, you niggas'll never stop me, nigga

'Cause every time y'all niggas throw somethin' at me, nigga

I just keep risin', I never stop, I never back down, nigga

Back to the wall, I stand tall, nigga

Forever Umbrella, uh, uh, Tory, Canada

They can't stop me, they can't stop, mmm

They can't stop me, they can't stop

They can't stop me, they can't stop, mmm

They can't stop me, they can't stop