Nikhil "Kromatik" Seetharam - 5AM in Toronto lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, this on some "old Tommy Campos Dice Raw” sh** You know? For my n***as, though [Verse 1] You underestimated greatly Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me? The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards You probably wouldn't lose a single rapper n***as make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter Yeah, that's cause I'm headed to the bank, n***a Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just being frank with you I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with you? Wildin', doing sh** that's way out of your budget Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it Damn, this sh** could go on a tape b**hes lovin' my drive, I never give it a break Give these n***as the look, the verse, and even the hook That's why every song sound like Drake featuring Drake Str8, Y pree? Why is it always me? Got us watchin' our words like there's wire taps on the team Cause I show love, never get the same outta n***as Guess it's funny how money can make change outta n***as For real, some nobody started feelin' himself A couple somebodies started k**in' themself A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf I bet them sh**s would have popped if I was willin' to help I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation Bad press during the summer over allegations I ain't lyin', my n***a, my time is money That's why I ain't got time for a n***a whose time is coming A lot of n***as PR stuntin' like that's the movement And I'm the only n***a still known for the music I swear, f** them n***as this year, I made Forbes list n***a, f** your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans But if I stay then this sh** is a bunch of corpses And me and my dread n***a from New Orleans Stashin' money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings Eating like I'm seated at Swish, Sotto, and Joso's Nothing Was The Same, this sh** for Ezee and Coco This sh** for Karim, this sh** for Jaevon This sh** for Julius, Milly Mill Boy, we do this sh** for real; all them boys in my will All them boys is my Wills Anything happen to pop then I got you like Uncle Phil Weezy been on that edge, you n***as just need to chill If anything happen to Papi, might pop a n***a for real Comin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase But I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates My weight up, I refuse to wait up, I started a new race It's funny when you think a n***a blew up after Lupe n***as treat me like I've been here for 10 Some n***as been here for a couple, never been here again I'm on my King James sh**, I'm tryin' to win here again A young n***a tryin' to win here again. Man, what's up? [Outro] Yeah, a young n***a tryin' to win here again If I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in I got her drinkin' with your boy I got her f**ed up, shorty, aww yeah