Tory Lanez - I Told You/Another One lyrics

[Intro] 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 [Tory's grandmother] 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** to do I'm tired, you don't cook, you don't clean You don't do sh** 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** 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***a 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** no more. I want you to get your sh** and get the f** out. I'm done with your a**. Get your sh** and get the f** out. I'm done, get the f** out Part I: I Told You [Verse 1] It's the year 2008, I'm getting kicked up out the crib Steady contemplating where the f** I'm 'bout to live Mama died same year my sister had the kid It was either feed the fam or get k**ed So a n***a said f** 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***a yeah yeah, big time, big time Ring so swole you would think it did time Swear I told you n***as for the 5th time I'ma get mine, yeah I got a ring so big, call the sh** big time She don't wanna f** me, man that b**h 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 dope Teachers called me stupid, now I'm stupid with the flow Stupid with the whip game, stupid bankroll Stupid a** n***a, getting stupid paid shows I've been on the road Now a n***a 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***as pissy that we stayed around, yeah yeah Part II: Another One [Hook] Hop in another one n***a Get back in another one n***a Get back in another one n***a, woah Hop in another one n***a We back with another one n***a Came back in another one n***a, 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***a Yeah hop out another one n***a Get back in another one n***a, woah Hop in another one n***a We back with another one n***a Get back in another one n***a, woah [Verse 2] My wrist is froze like Kristi Yamaguchi Skating on them, Kristi Yamaguchi We wash a n***a talkin' at us loosely Skating on them, Kristi Yamaguchi You love the sound, uh, don't f** around, uh 458, I dropped it in the Winter Big homie asked a n***a what I'm down for Looked him in the eye and said to do it 'til I'm bigger than ya I'm whopping zans off, kicked out the house in Brampton Had a n***a trappin' out in Danforth Takeing TTC to get the figures, just me my lil n***a Ain't have no hittas with us Was with the thugs, dealers, plugs, k**ers and slugs All my n***as was plugs, all my b**hes was dubs Left me out when I was tryna make it did what it does Can't forget about the drought 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 blow it Only thing I gotta do is hit my wrist with the soda n***as thought it was over, but b**h I live by the slogan I told you [Hook] [Verse 3] It's a 70/30 chance I won't f** with you n***as It's a 70/30 chance I might f** up them digits In the bottom where them n***as they ain't f** with you n***a Now you're up and they feel like they should be up with you n***a I remember nights when I was starving and hungry and ballin' and bummy And busted cause my car wasn't running and woah Doggy all I want is a onion The game it was callin' me audibly like someone come fronted, but no n***as never gave a n***a nothing f** I look like giving n***as something? Made 100K this week, that's on my dead mama Spend a 117 and I ain't even know it Dawg I swear my coldest nights it wasn't even snowing Mama told me since a youngin' I would be a soldier I played the watch out on the block you used to see me scopin' Respect the shooters that said "Youngin' go we about to blow this" [Hook] [Beat Changes] [Verse 3] 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**h Dollars and success is what my n***as tryna get Young as f** but fake ID gon' get me in the VIP I done said f** school, f** 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' amount to nothing" The only love I felt was from the dealers and the hustlers We gon' do the most, so tell them n***as GABOS Seen my n***a RV, and went and copped him a Ghost Through the windshield, the centerfold on the door Ten below on you hoes, getting dough on you folks 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' in somethin' flooded tin stones Put them honeys on hold, put them runners on go Secure the bag [Outro] I was f**ed 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***as She wasn't much but she was mine The guns and the roses