Lyrics:

C-Sick

UhSoon as you hear this verse, I`m out the record deal
They cheated twelve albums, four years, and that`s a record still
Hand to the sky like Emmett Till off the steppin` wheel
And minus all the sex appeal, your boy about to flex for real
Rolls-Royce Cullinan, four-doors `cause my son in it
I`m drivin` down the Gardiner, Toronto, home city
With two tings that I partnered up, playin` putter and possum
Then I puff with my girls like Buttercup with a Blossom

Excessive needs for pussy, power, and SUVs
That drop us to the back-door entrances, stress relief
And no less, indeed, the shooters is pressin` like refugees
And the fee at the entrance way too high just to let `em free
What can`t alarm me is whose crew`s finna harm me
My little dudes move like new recruits in the army
And all they see is food, shrimps, scallops, and calamari
I gallivant at a Barbie while they gather back at your party

Uh, select the women, I fuck raw and unprotected
Like fuck if you get pregnant, I`ll keep it
Keep it secret, only in town for a week, and I`m
Datin` women knowin` I`m cheatin` for foreign reasonin`
Fuck y`all niggas throwin` y`all beef in
I`m goin` vegan with Heaven`s timin`
Shootin` and set designin`, they`re movin
Like I sold ten million records in record timin`

I did, then I kept on climbin`
I started at 90 Orenda, plays and private agendas
Tryna get fly, but niggas tried and I kindly reject `em
They ran my name through the mud, but I`m finally respected
This here out of the plan, this more of a God purpose
This here out of my hands, this`ll never feel like 2012
Singin` to Sean Kingston for clout and advance
I`m still proud of that man, know I fell out from his hands

He didn`t do me worse than — and all of his friends
Them niggas is out of this world, they came out of the sand
I`m still `bout it, my mans
Thought this shit was mad love `til I see my album advance
They took radio from me, I stay proud of my stance
I kept slappin` the world with hits like I powdered my hands

I would`ve been ten times bigger if —
Wasn`t bein` bitter and doubtin` my chance
Threatenin` to shelf my whole career for five years
As if you wasn`t takin` money from my out my advance
I got out by chance
Them nights was like the Super Bowl, watchin` out from the stands

God don`t make things happen by chance
And it`s some things you gon` have to experience
I dappin` up the border officer passin` the clearance
He always makes a corny joke `bout my rapper appearance
Then I do a fake laugh that he catches like pass interference
I fly back into Paris
Blunt smoke ash on my terrace
My competition just a empty-ass class full of chairs
Talkin` to myself is lonely, minus the fact that I`m here

I`m tryna see all of my niggas blossom
Mariah sellin` shows, Coachella her first year
And minus all the times we disagree, I`m still here
Pierre, Papi Yerr `bout to be a whole millionaire
Davo comin` out the cut with a chick with Sicilian hair
Mansa is droppin` next month, you niggas should be in fear
Watchin` Melii do the numbers like she runnin` track and field
Plus we just got Kaash in here
And this whole Umbrella army on full attack mode, for real

New Toronto 3, I`ll leave it at that
And ain`t nobody fuckin` with me, folk, I`ll keep it at that
Yeah, the next move is goin` fully independent
And any label offer under hundred mill` is just offensive
I promise