4 AM in Toronto

Intro

Yeah

Uh

4 AM in the city, I'm still up

Mmm

Verse 1

Four in the morning and Toronto is frozen, the silence is potent

My phone in my pocket, I'm scrollin' through messages, notice the brokest

Niggas I helped with deposits, been ghostin', approachin' a motive

I noticed you postin' pictures with people I know you know I don't fuck with

It's politics twisted, you kissin' the ring of the opposition

I'm sittin' here thinkin' 'bout all of the favors I did you, the visits to prisons

The visits to hospitals, visits to courtrooms, I gave you the rental

Now you standin' next to my enemy, smilin', that shit is intentional

Fuck is you thinkin'? I blinked and you switched like a motherfuckin' pendulum

I gave you a hand when you needed a hand, now you reachin' for shit that's not mentionable

Niggas'll smile in your face and then pivot the moment you turn your back

I learned that from watchin' the wolves and the snakes in this concrete trap

You homie's the link to the nigga that plotted the shit that you thought was relaxed

You sleepin' on couch-es, I'm sleepin' on millions, perspective is facts

So pardon my language, I'm livid, I'm jagged, I'm sliced from a different fabric

I cut off the ones who got comfortable, casual, actin' like they established

I'm back in the studio, 4 AM, Toronto, the city I love and I loathe

My circle got smaller, my vision got taller, my niggas done switched up the code

Verse 2

I'm inside, isolated, ignited, inspired, ignored

I idolized individuals I identified as immortal

Invisible ink on the invitations I issued, ignored every signal

I'm ill with the ink, I'm insane in the brain, I'm identical to a missile

I insist, I'm impeccable, impeccable image, impeccable instincts

I intended to invest in impressionable friendships, I ink it, I blink and it's fucked up

I invent inventions, I intervene in the trenches, I inch through the inches

I indent the impressions of individuals I initiated as mentions

I identify imposter intentions, I itch in my spirit, I'm itching to finish it

I ingested the image, I inherited the indifference, I'm inches from innocence

I insist you consider the circumstances, I'm inches within it

I'm igniting the incense, I'm inviting the spirits, I'm indicted within it

I'll invalidate everything you invested, I'll incinerate every intention

I'll initiate interviews with your interior, interrogate your invention

I'm Ian, I'm iron, I'm an island, I'm in it alone

I indict every individual who ever installed in me doubt in my bones

I'm igniting this fifth, I'm immaculate with it, I'm infinite, I'm in the zone

I'm inches away from the edge and I'm looking at everything I used to own

I'm inside my mind and I'm finding the fibers, I'm filing the fibers for trial

I'm interviewing the images, I'm interviewing the individuals inside the denial

I'm Isaiah, I'm icing the idols, I'm icing the idols I idolized prior

I'm inside the inferno, I'm iron, I'm infinite, I'm finally wired

I'm in Toronto at 4 in the morning, I'm inside of the fire

I'm inside of the fire, I'm inside of the fire