Tory Lanez - Stay Schemin (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: Tory Lanez] SLS 'til the d**h Warner Brother forever And shout out to Kids Trill girl Camillo [Hook: Tory Lanez] I ride for my n***as, dawg I ride for my n***as .45 on my n***as, sold .45 on my n***as Stay schemin', n***as tryna f** my b**h [Verse 1: Tory Lanez] Damn, life so long f** her, she ain't wanna hit the bong f** it, I got bunches for the next b**h Drip drippin' on the dick like it's Nesquik I had your b**h doin' somersaults All my motherf**in' life, I been an underdog All my motherf**in' life, I been an underdog All my motherf**in' life, I been an underdog All my, all my, all my-my-my All my motherf**in' life, I been an underdog That's why I gotta stack this paper 'fore the summer, dawg Big dick on your chick tit like a underbra Vegas with my top hoe, drop top with the top Chop plates, slop slow, tell a hater lock load He can keep grillin' 'cause them k**ers on the top floor Tatted like a botso It's one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor her, baby, this is shot four Got this b**h jumpin' like I'm standin' on the hop floor Spittin' like a snot nose, sneeze on the drop rose n***as lookin' hungry and the cheese like a pot roast Young n***as with the sh** Got these n***as pissy that this young n***a gettin' it I keep tryin' ball out, keep sharin' b**hes 'Cause with b**hes, n***as fall out Been a situation, that n***as had to crawl out n***as talkin' tougher when you seein' them stall out Phoney a** hoe tryna ball out sh**, I can say that they inspire me But for what they are, not these n***as that they tryna be I love life, n***a Bandana tie like thug life, n***a Murder on the track just because, my n***a Then I k** that sh**, that's enough life, n***a [Interlude: Tory Lanez] Ladies and gentlemen, I did my little thing but it's not about me right now. It's about my older brother in this motherf**er, Sos Couture. So give it up for the man I'm about to let out of the motherf**in' cage and let's get nasty [Verse 2: Sos Couture] I had the block doin' backflips Make crack flip and hallways that smelled like cat piss Pa** packs to bad kids who had dreams Of pushin' fast whips that would attract fast checks I hustle, hustle so suffer from havin' to watch sh** Cold nights consisted of frost bitten fingers and cracked lips Weekends in Hawaii and I spend it all at Saaks 5th Didn't save for dimes 'cause at the time to see my lacked sense Though I could account for everywhere that them packs went I wasn't tryna rap sickles, I was tryna wrap bricks 3 Os in one night, called that the hat trick 3 hoes in one night, called that the hat trick Model my stories if I told you my story My guts and glory, that have you flabbergasted Take a long puff of the pushin' pinger and pa** it Tryna live life to the fullest, tryna pa** on the casket 8 balls served, no ragged Cops on my a** tryna break up my rackin' Ratchet 'cause I hit the block, harder than a crackin' Soldiers got to crack, right up and they crackin' And make it all disappear in 10 minutes, that's magic But the destruction of a young mom, that's tragic But it all depends on whoever you askin' The school teacher or the fiend in the street scratchin' Thankin' my n***a Fresh, kicks plus 10 Fresh my n***a, I hate to, hate to be him b**h, you wasn't with my sh**tin' in the bed b**h, you wasn't with my sh**tin' in the bed Gettin' hard up in the boulevard and even harder in the jail cell Prosecution, lies and judge deny his bail But my mind gets stronger as the time sells Like they gave me time to realise where my crime fell But a man to help, tryna sleep in the belly of the beast Where I need me a seroquel But even lookin' in the mirror k**s sh**, at times I give myself the chills, watchin' as the anger builds But don't rush, I got my back to build And my shoes laced, in the place where the wolves prey Yeah, yeah [Outro: Tory Lanez & Sos Couture] Yo man, leave it, lemme talk, lemme talk my sh**, man. Give me a second. Y'all n***as, y'all n***as stay schemin', man. Y'all n***as stay plottin' on the real ones. Persons told you to motherf**in' manage it. Somebody should have popped you right in the mouth the first time you put your hands in the cookie jar. Say I got the rhythm. One Umbrella. Canada. Sincerely Tory, March 26, my n***a. You already know what it is, it's Fres, don't make me put that in the end. Canada, Canada