[Intro]
Yup, Canal Street Confidential in stores
Billboards big as a motherfucker
I ain't hatin' if you say you ain't seen this

[Verse]
Came through, Wraith with the rain boots
Bitches I screw, it's obvious what they gon' do
Choose up before you lose up, who's up?
Us n***a, old money stackin' new bucks
Parked outside, sparking in the ride
Conference call, mobile office I drive
Fiber optic lights, simulated night
Constellations, high class transportation
High as fuck, livin' out my dreams
Whole day spent puttin' thirteen inches to the pavement
My '68 bout to be painted and I'm waiting
My Compton homies hookin' it up for me and I'm anxious
But I'm patient, cause good things come to those
Rolled up a few while I'm listening to The Doors
N***as talk down on me, I just find they hoes
Show 'em some shit they never seen before
Now she don't answer your calls no more
I strap dynamite to all my bros, we all gon' blow
More money, Air Jordans, Bugs Bunny on a sunny Sunday
Coming down the one way
Dark and lovely in the passenger wanted to come with me
So I took her, spoke like a scholar
She fucked like a hooker, she could've been a model
So good looking, she just needed guidance
That's what I provided, knowledge is power and dollars
Bad bitches talkin' dirty after champagne showers
I made thirty thousand in two hours
I left with all the hoes, popped hella free bottles
This is the life, fuckin' right
You should've been with us last night so you could see how—
It all went down, fuck it though, we could do it all again—
Right now, climb on top my money pile
You'll find me in the clouds, plotting, watching
Dodgin' sucka motherfuckers who be after our deposits
Me and my scratch, we would never be divided
I stay on my grind shit, like I'm super glued to it, forever true
You're not from over here so don't be coming through
A n***a jumping off the porch like boy who is you
This is it, New Orleans in this bitch
Balling like Pelicans, Jazz, and Hornets in this bitch
Canal Street low ride, hoe, know I hit the switch
Til the day I go, adhering to the code
Just enjoy this sticky shit that I roll
Looking through you motherfuckers with my eyes closed
Cause I always feel like
N***as be tryna sound like, style like
But that shit never come out right