[Intro]
Canis
Hello?
Shit, let’s get it bro
Exactly, I just want to go get it
[?]
And we good then
Everything’s legit
[Chorus: IshDARR]
And they don’t know me like they think they do
I’ve been tripping but I got to stay cool
My momma tell me son you got to be you-ou
Fuck the rumors but I already knew
And they don’t know me like they think they do
I’ve been tripping but I got to stay cool
My momma tell me son you got to be you-ou
A lot of dreams, Imma watch them come true
[Verse 1: IshDARR]
The ash is falling on the ground now
All quiet, tell them boys don’t make a sound now
A story ‘bout a n***a who been living wild
A good boy slowly turn into a wild child
Ducking school
Making money, I can do the trial
Ain’t nothing funny from my parents
Got to make it out
My momma need the money and
My pops need the crib
Couple grams in my pocket, trying to pay a couple bills
You ain’t got to give two shits, cause Imma make two mil (Canis)
That 414 native
N***as hate it but they know still
IPhone writing raps until all of my notes filled
Impossible
Jumping through all these obstacles
Fuck, n***a [?] my n***a, I need them dollars too
Fam don’t support, they only say that “I’m proud of you”
Old enough to know that I’m not interested in what they say
I‘m [?] if you ain’t my pops or momma, fuck, n***a I don’t owe you
Me and Mac
The same vision
Getting scary, getting older
So, if it’s not you, then nobody really knows you right after high school
Pro-tools
Still on it
Even though we keep crashing
Guaranteed we still on it
Still on it, still on it, still on it
We still on it, still on it, still on it
[Chorus: IshDARR]
And they don’t know me like they think they do
I’ve been tripping but I got to stay cool
My momma tell me son you got to be you-ou
Fuck the rumors but I already knew
And they don’t know me like they think they do
I’ve been tripping but I got to stay cool
My momma tell me son you got to be you-ou
A lot of dreams, Imma watch them come true
[Verse 2: Tommy Boozewell]
Look, all my passage is nasty
All my passage is ashy
And all my adage is abstract
All my packages giftwrapped
Sheets of acid
She bitch slapped the manager with his bitch ass
Cannabis switching hands of your soiree
Call them gift bags
Had these n***as hanging off the fucking banister
Stay the fuck up out my lenses with that camera
I crush a six pack
Throw a flip bag
Then dip back to the back alley
Nah, sick Jag, and pitch black
And my spliff rolled and my clip [?]
Versace, Louis, Gucci and ya problematic
Caught you with the automatic
I be gone and on and man
I’m busy packing
Kid is rapping
Cinematic
Been a savage
I ain’t finna visit
Drop a pin on your addict
Get to business
I had it
All these n***as been actin’
We at the top of the atlas
A couple keys in the Acura
Fuck a joint until it backflip
Drop tracks in the casket
Sitting on the lawn
I’m smoking Neil Degrasse shit
And we be still on it with Tyson biting my ad-libs
Still on it, still on it
Still on it, still on it
[Chorus: IshDARR]
And they don’t know me like they think they do
I’ve been tripping but I got to stay cool
My momma tell me son you got to be you-ou
Fuck the rumors but I already knew
And they don’t know me like they think they do
I’ve been tripping but I got to stay cool
My momma tell me son you got to be you-ou
A lot of dreams, Imma watch them come true
[Outro]
I’m sorry bro
I love you bro
I had to smoke a blunt with you
[Sample: IshDARR]
This that anthem and we bang it
That anthem and we bang it
They say music is an art and I’m like
Then I’m like, then I’m like