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Daystar Peterson, better known by his stage name Tory Lanez, is a Canadian rapper, singer, songwriter, record producer, director, and fashion designer from Toronto, Ontario. Peterson founded the One Umbrella imprint with his brothers in Toronto. more »

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Yeah (you make me believe, ooh)
Start this shit off right (you make me believe, yeah, yeah)
Why don't we? (Make me believe)
(You make me believe)
Oh man, oh man (you make me believe)
Feels good though (make me believe)

Listen
Everybody's a critic, shit, everybody can get it
Got all these plaques on the wall
Man, every car that I sit in, it's satin slid in exhaust
Six cylinder the engine, ceilings with stars
Nigga, of course I'm Venetian Bridge drivin'
395 and more live than I have ever been, spend a night in Setai
Did some tusslin' with Thugger friends, but f*ck it 
Then we can't each other brother 'til somebody fight but nobody die
I see grey clouds, covered in skies, cover my eyes
Variety, Time magazine cover, cover with lies
Who is payin' Rolling Stone for these covers and stories?
Smuggle with more than a bunch of lies
Their cheese truffled with fries, I
Started this year with Madonna inside my DM
New condo, it's for my BM
I sit back and double track on that statement
I started cakin', then cocked in the colosseum
Ain't it crazy how life changes?
I was popped and now I got the princess of pop on my pages
Makin' statements, it's outrageous
It's like Madonna, mama after all them people you kissed
We couldn't have did this over a dinner date with some steaks?
I'm goin' too far, damn, there goes my kiss on the stage
I'm re-cuttin' my keys, put pad on my sleeve
Leathers in back on my V's, steppers in back of my seats
Lawyer, I'm smackin' the fee
I'm so intact when I speak
Flowin' so off the wall, I Mike Jack' on the beat
Bitches still jackin' my D
They look at Tory like, "He done invented the NFT"
They tried to put me in a box
I said, "F*ck it, I'ma create a small circle
Then carve my way out the center and then I'm free"
I put more feet on you niggas necks than a centipede
I'm cold as December breeze
Catch me sleepin' on niggas, no anesthes'
And I'm duckin' all the Jezebels and Genevieves
UberEats to Ten Degrees, triple H, my pedigree
Rapper sit in studios and talking 'bout my moves and how I move
I'm out fuckin' they bitches, it's how I do, that's how I knew
I get the glance of their eye
The, "Hey", the, "How are you?"
Soon as the dick get in 'em, info start to spillin', listen
I'm like Frank White, sellin' real bass
I'm not scared of Twitter, it's not a real place
I give a damn about a "I belong on Instagram"
Ten reservated dinners, sittin' where my bitches layin' (ow, mm, yeah)
I still stop when I go, how am I hot when it's cold?
They said I was blackballed, my black balls started to show
I feel like I'm on mission, CJ, ride to The Grove
I'm on time and it shows
And Jay just bought the Lambo', two hunnid ninety, he glowin'
And f*ck a timeshare, I rather share time with my homies
Y'all niggas lost worth like puttin' diamonds on Rollies
Slime green paint on the Urus, I'm still drivin' the homies
And some of y'all favorite celebrity bitches
F*ck me in private, then hate me in public
Imagine the state of discussion, they say
"Soon as your court case over, my label say it's cool that we date in public"
I'm like, "Nah, f*ck it, I already fucked it"
And by that time I'll be overseas sippin' tea and crumpets
I wore the face that you niggas could laugh at
Felt like Tyler Perry, Madea's jumpers
I'm warmin' up, pre-heated oven, y'all see me comin'
Who the next celeb to mention me?
Instagram and Twitter tweets, I'ma see 'em eventually
If they say my name, they better say, "He the best next to me"
I just gave the rap game the recipe to NFT and please
F*ck niggas, stop tellin' me who I sound like
Tellin' me I sound like ten different dudes
When them ten different dudes don't sounds alike
How that even make sense?
This shit ain't even soundin' right
Fargo
For real, I'm sayin'

We spendin' like the last days (ha, haha)
We movin' like the last train in Paris
It's on the train tracks and it's movin'
(We rich forever)
I can't celebrate my past ways
Not when we livin' in these last days (haha, ha)
Tellin' me, "Have faith, have faith, have faith"

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