[Intro: Terrance Moore]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go on let it out
Go on let it out

(I got it)

Go on let it out
Go on let it out
(I got it, I got it) x2

[Verse 1]
What's a trip to France if you ain't droppin' bills?
Need at least $2 mill. advance on that record deal
Tryna watch some films in Cannes with my pack dressed to kill
Gotta love directing when bad women in my depth of field, huh
In the end, if we don't win, I guess shit still fun
They looking for the next hot thing, but watch out for that chill one
Flows spill, out of me
From New Jerz, it's a part of me
A couple rooms and a pot to pee
Long as it's got a booth, save a spot for me
I'm possibly the new James Dean
Them old movies my relax shit
I listen to Sinatra & swear we the new Pack kid
We the loud pack off loud pack
Potential got no limits and we 'bout that
Now that you see where my sound at
You can see why I'm asking, "where the crown at?"
Making hits until I break like a brown bat
I don't really give a fuck if it sound bad
I'm mad, tryna get on for my moms since I lost my dad
Guess it's time to get it on like a Marvin ballad
Gotta have it, like a starving addict
(I be going)
[Hook]
If things don't go right
I don't know what I'm left with now

I'm just young tryna live it, (live it)

No time for games, no time to waste
I'm on my way

Push this shit to the limit
Even with no gas in it
Time to get it

When my n***as chillin'
Repenting because we sinners
Wonder if the Lord forgives us
Even-though we're not beginners

It's gon' be a hot Summer
Cause it's been a cold Winter, yeah
(Here I come)

Yeah

[Verse 2]
What's designer clothes if you don't own the poems you pen, bruh?
Hope I don't make no foes, but if I do, I gotta win, bruh
My team got that bomb, bruh
I do it for my Momma
I don't need no drama
Just need zeroes and commas
Shoot B-roll, when we roll
See the Garden, go
Though, I'm a little bit pissed off
Cause my flow hard
Could be the sensation of the nation
No Beauregarde, I'm so charged
I'm ticked off, that's why I'm
Brick City's big star, (Hol' up)
Mix loud, shoot raw, (That's the)
Canon, I'm a rebel
But trust in the Lord, fuck a devil
Far as flows got several
Assholes gone tell you
He ain't got flows & he never will
But I got drive 'til my pedal got a medal feel
Should feel fine, but I feel ill
We should get on this time
By a book and unload my mind
So I can say, "I occupied my time unsigned,"
Cook in the lab 'til we eat good
Like we should, we don't write, just mic
Don't need no notepad
To create some dope ass lines
I'm wound up, way, way too tight
I light my pipe and unwind and I be gone
[Hook]

[Transition/Bridge]
Yeah
Retro Nuveaux

Rebel without a cause

Rebel without a cause
We gone revel 'til we lost
Rebel without a cause
We gone revel 'til we lost
Rebel no cause
We gone revel 'til we lost
Rebel without a cause

I'm coming from The Garden where they often do shoot
I'm just coming from The Garden where they often do shoot
I-I-I'm coming from The Garden where they often do shoot
You don't need science for proof, this ain't no lyin' it's true


[Verse 3]
Ok, riding 'round The Garden
Bump the shit I just recorded
Think about the people out here poor and
About my dreams, how I'm fighting for it
Pennies for my thoughts
Pennies for porridge
Yeah, and mortgage ain't cheap
So speaking my thoughts I might not afford it
But I gotta get it sorted, cause my pops gone kid
Either do it, or the streets'll take me
Or I'm gone miss 24 kid
Mr. Moore kid, sicker than a bitch
Waiting for his chance to get richer than rich
Before I dim out or flicker, I'll switch
To the camera, not just for pics
All my flicks shot in this Garden no Knicks
Since the Nets left, I'm the star of this shit
I'm ballin' too
Yeah, yeah
I'm ballin' too

[Transition]
Groovy baby, groovy!

[Outro: Mahalia Jackson]
I'm on my way to Canaan Land
I'm on my way oh to Canaan Land
On my way Canaan Land
On my way glory hallelujah
I'm on my way
Well on my way
To Canaan Land
I'm on my way
Oh, to Canaan Land
On my way Canaan Land
On my way glory hallelujah
I'm on my way