Mister Liga in the Six

[Intro]
Yeah
Mister Liga
From the north side
Ay
[Verse 1]
Came up off a dream and a transfer
Late nights on the line, tryna land work
Now it’s floor-to-ceiling glass, see the whole turf
CN in the fog, that’s my old church
Count bands on the table in a condo
Mom call, say a prayer through the Fongo
Used to split fries, now it’s prime in the Bronco
Same crew, but the vision gone colossal
[Chorus]
Money talk sweet with a cold accent (Liga)
Whole town know how the boy stay blessed
From the west to the east, I collect my checks
Mister Liga, turn a thought to a private address
Got the city on freeze, but I’m hot like this (yeah)
Turn a side hustle verse to a Forbes-type list
Every block that I walk, they can feel that drip
Mister Liga, I’m the one make prosperity hit
[Verse 2]
Ten toes on the slush, never slip now
Used to share one coat, we legit now
Dropped one tape, made the rent for the crib now
Plaques on the wall where the bills used to sit down
Uber to the gig, now the driver askin’
“How you stack so fast? What’s the law of attraction?”
Told him: wake up, pray, then you grind with a passion
Turn pain into paint, then you hang it in mansions
[Chorus]
Money talk sweet with a cold accent (cold)
Whole town know how the boy stay blessed
From the west to the east, I collect my checks
Mister Liga, turn a thought to a private address
Got the city on freeze, but I’m hot like this (woah)
Turn a side hustle verse to a Forbes-type list
Every block that I walk, they can feel that drip
Mister Liga, I’m the one make prosperity hit
[Bridge]
From the bus stop glare to the yacht-side air (yeah)
Still the same kid with the late-night prayer
If I shine too bright, that’s for those still there
Put a map on my chain so they know we rare
[Chorus]
Money talk sweet with a cold accent (Liga)
Whole town know how the boy stay blessed
From the west to the east, I collect my checks
Mister Liga, turn a thought to a private address
Got the city on freeze, but I’m hot like this (hey)
Turn a side hustle verse to a Forbes-type list
Every block that I walk, they can feel that drip
Mister Liga, I’m the one make prosperity hit

rap, Cold, moody Toronto trap: detuned bells, airy pads, and a sliding sub under crisp hi-hats. Male vocals in a confident mid-range, tight triplet flows in the verses, sticky melodic hook in the chorus. Ad-libs tucked wide in the stereo field; second half adds darker choir stabs and a heavier kick to lift the energy., hip hop, rich