Tory Lanez' "Memories Don't Die": The Best Bars

Throughout "Memories Don't Die," Tory Lanez' pen game is on point. Before Memories Don't Die even had a title, Tory Lanez promised listeners his new album would "have a lot of bars." Now that the long awaited project is finally upon us, we can rest easy. Tory is a man of his word. Throughout the eighteen track project, Tory's full range of artistic versatility is on display; while some of the selections find him opting for a more melodic approach, there are more than enough lyrical barrages to keep the bar-seekers satisfied. Whether he's dropping a hilarious air-horn onomatopoeia or simply weaving a tragic narrative that would make Nas and Immortal Technique proud, Tory's gift with words is well represented across the board. Songs like "Hate To Say" and "Pieces" are so lyrically dense it feels like a shame to cut and paste select highlights; the latter track in particular is meant to be consumed in full, so do yourself a favor and let the cinematic visuals unfold. Therefore, we've compiled a list of some of Tory's most memorable lyrics. If you're still doubting Tory's ability to murder shit, scroll through and give the highlighted songs a listen. Don't let the slow jams fool you. The Toronto emcee is nice with it. Old Friends x New Foes Chick from the Himalayas, na na na, na na When I walk up in the buildin', all you hear is ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy (AIRHORN NOISES) Didn't love me at the bottom but they wanna love a n**** at the top though In here since Pac, now I got the bald head with the Pac flow Neck lookin' like Pablo with the ki's stuffed in the Tahoe Been licked since I blow out in Oslo with my eyes low Old Friends New Foes I got a million ties, pretty Brazilian wives Come to my city and see how the shooters' takin' civilian lives I been out there in the field with 'em, so who am I to pick a side? Just 'cause I got legitimized, to hypocrite and criticize Benevolent Look, first off he was tellin' pussy n****s, story up I was trappin' out in Brampton, my whole high school year, courted up Man, H-Town in the Bando's all boarded up, still know it's us Had a Benz coupe at 17, now it's Rolls Royce when I'm rollin' up I hit the beach for a brief day, South Beach on a leaf case Cash all in it and a n****a bring that shit to each state Talkin' Miami to the peach state, ah Benevolent Last year I didn't even know that shit exists Ed Sheeran put me on every watch, then I roll around 4 years ago, we were talkin' Pateks, it's over now Shout out my n***a Ed, deserve the greatest due Look at the Rollie like I'm in love with the shape of you Brown face Presidential, Obama, top floor of the Trump, like I got no honour Hate To Say Had me offended last time that I walked in the Holt Renfrew Let's break it down for 'em Account this, if every show is a 100 thou' for him Then that mean, a hundred minutes on stage will equal a 100k That's one thousand a minute So please don't get offended, if I walk inside a store and spend 35 in it 'Cause to me, that's just 35 minutes Land in Jamaica, sip on a Guinness and get it Hate To Say Did a song with Meek Milly, called it "Litty" Really I just did that shit for the city in love with Philly God, this chinchilla fur on me, just in case it gets chilly Burner on my side pocket, just that's incase you get illy out here Me and Travi$ Scott almost fought at the Mala Luna We both agreed shortly after that it was music That we could be possibly doing that bigger than tryna ruin it So my apologies, n***, just forgive me for doing it History made in New York City, we called a truce at the tower I only brought a couple n****s with me The beef was finished as soon as we took the picture, the world was watching The attention in the industry started shifting to me Lord forgive 'em, Lord forgive 'em, I was tripping all the time I spit subliminal dissing just tryna rip shit Not realising if I took the time to kick it, and me and Drake, man, them bridges would probably equal to winning Hate To Say N***s mad I'm remixing their shit Fuck out of here, n***a, stop being a bitch I think it's time we cut the silence by n***s that's talking violent Speak of silence and give 'em coffins and violins playin' R&B n****s with Sisqó haircuts, wildin' and stylin' They dissing, guess they just tryna go viral, I feel 'em This your favorite song, this gon' be your favorite song Except when I say it, it's really the people's favorite song B.B.W.W. / Fake Show My dick giant like Fifo, if you need know Money singing in a C-Note like Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do Did it for my n****s back home In a fiend house, selling crack on a trap phone in a crack home Winter time getting cold, had to go to Bramaleas Steal a jacket up out of Jack Jones Rogers had me gettin' mad at the phone bill, switchin' to the black phone, yeah I had to switch to a Telus Ain't really shit you could tell us