Prompt / 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)
Tags
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
Duration
2:54
Instrumental
No
Created
3/21/2026