Sorry But I Had To... (feat. Yoko Gold) - Tory Lanez feat. Yoko Gold

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
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
And ya 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 in 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 slave
If 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 Rapper (mm-mm), too irrelevant
I replaced his line with, man, "My chain lookin' Heaven-sent"
Next line, next line, 'cause mama 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 (mm), 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'

They can't stop me, they can't stop, mm
They can't stop me, they can't stop
They can't stop me, they can't stop, mm
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', like
In 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' notorious 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
They can't stop me, they can't stop, mm
They can't stop me, they can't stop
They can't stop me, they can't stop, mm
They can't stop me, they can't stop



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