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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Mister Liga
TDOT
Look
[Verse 1]
Land in the cold, heart colder
Hoodie up, chip on my shoulder
Streetcars slide by the corner store
I remember I was sleepin' on the condo floor
Phone on mute, I don’t text back
I see snakes any time that I relax
Had to learn how to move, how to read eyes
’Cause the “love” that they show come in cheap disguise
Rent high, so the hustle got higher
Every long night only fed my fire
They wanna see me slip, see me fold, see me quit
But I’m built out the grind, I’m the pressure in the bricks
[Chorus]
Mister Liga in Toronto, I’m alive ’cause I’m cautious (yeah)
I don’t trust a soul, tell me who gon’ take these losses
If they talk about my name, what they even talkin’ ’bout?
I was starvin’ on my own, they was never in that drought
Stack that paper, that’s my only conversation (only)
Every handshake come with hidden accusations
If they talk, what they talkin’ about?
If they talk, what they talkin’ about? (huh)
[Verse 2]
Walk past trouble, I don’t feed that
Still keep both hands where the heat at
Not lookin’ for a war but I’m ready if it’s on
Pray the day I gotta prove it never come
I seen friends turn ghost for a quick check
I seen blood turn cold over small debt
So I stare through the smoke, through the sweet lies
If your vibe feel off, we don’t speak twice
I was broke eatin’ noodles out the same pot
Now the view from the top got the city in a straight lock
I ain’t change, I just finally got my weight up
Same circle, just smaller when I wake up (facts)
[Chorus]
Mister Liga in Toronto, I’m alive ’cause I’m cautious
I don’t trust a soul, tell me who gon’ take these losses
If they talk about my name, what they even talkin’ ’bout?
I was starvin’ on my own, they was never in that drought
Stack that paper, that’s my only conversation
Every handshake come with hidden accusations
If they talk, what they talkin’ about?
If they talk, what they talkin’ about? (Liga)
[Bridge]
I been down, I been broke, I been counted out (yeah)
Funny how they got opinions, wasn’t ’round the drought
Keep my back to the wall, keep my faith in the fight
If you ain’t bringin’ food to the table, you ain’t takin’ a bite
[Chorus]
Mister Liga in Toronto, I’m alive ’cause I’m cautious
I don’t trust a soul, tell me who gon’ take these losses
If they talk about my name, what they even talkin’ ’bout?
I was starvin’ on my own, they was never in that drought
Stack that paper, that’s my only conversation
Every handshake come with hidden accusations
If they talk, what they talkin’ about? (what they talkin’ ’bout?)
If they talk, what they talkin’ about? (Liga)
Details
GeneratedMar 21, 2026
Duration2:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Moody Toronto trap-rap, mid-tempo with skittering hi-hats and a dark bell loop. Male vocals, close and gritty in the verses, switching to a melodic, chant-like hook. Sub-bass hits heavy under sparse piano stabs; ad-libs stack on key lines in the chorus. Final chorus brings in airy backing vocals and wider stereo delays for an anthemic, street-survivor feel., hip hop, pop
Credits
Prompt byMisterliga2050
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Rap, hip hop, trap, pop, about Mister Liga in Toronto focused on surviving, away from trouble and ready to fight, no trust anybody only money, if they talk, what they are talking about?, inspired rap
