Life (feat. Yoko Gold)

Tory Lanez - Life (feat. Yoko Gold) Lyrics

[Intro: Tory Lanez]Yeah(Come in)[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]Names that you know me by, praise to the holy highShit, been a lonely ride, all I do is only tryWeed is my only high, magazine forty-fiveI can tell the pain in youngin' from my shorty's eyesRap niggas gettin' at me, young niggas pickin' at meI'm shootin' past the limits, a nigga trigger happyShade Room gettin' nasty, Black girls flippin' at meBestfriends switchin' on me, shit, at least a nigga happyWhite drapes on the wall, white babes on the callSpanish joints on the call, white grape on the pourChampagne where you see us, man came from to see usJay-Z and Penny Marshalls, I felt that and it's awfulFake niggas tryna play me, lame bitches tryna blame meSame niggas gassed up, same niggas tryna flame meWe made it past the margin and past the section eightyWe got white people marchin', this shit is fuckin' crazyWe gon' be on the favors, I'm soapy on the fakerIt's real shit goin' on, George and Breonna TaylorType shit ain't on the fogal, fly bitches on my scrotumThey pay me for appearance and pay me for my vocalsYeah, fuck all that happy shit niggas want me onIt's niggas in my line of work that want me goneHouse that come with alarms, spouse that come with a charmLamb' that sit in garage, that don't come from the farmI see wonderful views, when God got me, it'll pay any one of my duesHolla at one of y'all, choose, how I was one of them dudesWell if you was them you'd probably front on me tooYeah, if I was you and you were me, I would stunt on me tooCash from seein' blessings, I got too much money at this point to be aggressiveI hate bein' outside knowin' I need to stress itI hate overprovin' myself without bein' present, preach niggaGet in the booth now, so I'm like givin' it my own shit now[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]Lame niggas talk about me, same niggas walk around meHate me and strongly doubt me, I feel like Robert DowneyBack through the fly again, hoes sayin' "hi" againNewly and improved suit, yeah lil' bitch, I'm IronmanHotter than bacon oil sittin' in the fryin' panNew set of wings on me, Red Bull, flyin' manWe don't even count the money, we weigh it up and we eye the bandsI'm pullin' fuckin' strings, I feel like Einer BankzGod usin' my situation to break the limitationsSoar past the niggas hatin', more past the shit that's waitin'Devil in his recreations, Black on Black segregationTurnin' us against each other, faith ain't gotta test your patienceBlack boy, shine, nigga, Black women, grow babyBlack boy and Black women together, now that's a soul babyThat's on my soul, baby, down to the toes, babyThe feelin' to feel like "d-d-d, d-d-d, d-d-d, d-d-d, d-d-d"Let's have some conversations, F all the contemplationsLook how we livin', young world, peep all the abominationsShit is a prime example, truth in that time of answerTruth and the time'll tell like Mike and Chance when it's time to sampleSlide through the vacant door, fuck niggas hate me moreHave we got this critical that we can't even be human and let niggas even make mistakes anymore?What happened to bein' us? What happened to bein' more? Wassup[Bridge: Yoko Gold]Woah, sexy moonlight dance on the horizonIt's over, it's cold and full of violenceI pray you find peace inside the silenceI pray that you see the lightYour words sting like bees all on my bodyMake me sip, I speed in that BugattiDevil's on my soul and on my bodyJust pray that I see the light[Outro: Tory Lanez]You know I-I realize I want to be like a-a walkin' testimony to-to kidsOr to-to teens and people who are worldwide that, you know they allow like the internet, the social media, the fake ass cancel culture to bring 'em down and—You know thirty comments, two hundred comments, a thousand comments about you one day brings your world downI want y'all to look at me and realize I'm walkin' testimony of someone who just doesn't give a fuck about none of that shitImagine the whole fuckin' world and a bunch of millions of mothafucka's just hatin' at the same timeActin' like as if you're not human as if, you know a thousand death threats later you gon' feel the same you gon'—, you know?But in all of that, you know, I kept a smile on my face because I knew what I know and beyond everything I want you to look at my situation and gain strength from me and realize that nigga, say what, "I didn't give a fuck, you ain't gotta give a fuck either"And whatever you gon' do shall pass just like everything else in your lifeYou know the waves go, they go and you keep sailin'Just keep sailin', keep sailin', keep sailin'Eventually, you get to your destination and guess what?You look back and you can't even see niggas no moreSo never forget, it's three things: how special you are, the purpose you come with, the reason you're hereGod bless you