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Cannon
12,051
Hip-Hop/Rap
Cannon was released on February 1, 2017 by QUESTION EVERYTHING, INC. / EMPIRE as a part of the album Cannon - Single
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Release DateFebruary 1, 2017
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
This is everything I ever wanted though
Dreamin' of a candy store
Brother couldn't tell me more, no
So I need moments where
I could be left alone
Yeah, she let me ride along
To a place where I belong, whoa, though
[Verse 2]
If you **** ever get your money right
Would you still be robbin' ****?
Would you still be lyin' to your mama?
No, don't you know I do this for your family?
'Cause mine ain't believe in me
Left my hood so easily
Eat, sleep, wash sheets, repeat
Watch teachers teach
High and on the damn sidelines
Where the bleachers be
Always feel like city streets
Wish I was back in my sheets, shit
Most days I don't wanna be me, shit
Don't watch this, teen watch TV, shit
My whole family look like some Gucci, shit
Shoutout my hood, they racist as hell, shit
I'm 'bout my papers
Like some damn immigrants, bitch
[Verse 3]
One day I'ma get my bread up
All my real **** been fed up
One day I'ma get my bread up
All my real **** been fed up
One day I'ma get my bread up
All my real **** been fed up
One day I'ma get my bread up
All my real **** been set up
Dawg
[Verse 4]
I cannot explain it
Dropped down to my knees
Beneath the stars and started prayin'
Life put me here for a reason
I am not complainin'
Look me in my eyes
I'm not here for your entertainment
[Verse 5]
Do you follow?
I ain't here as your role model
That pill is way too big to swallow
I hollowed out my path
Borrow all my sorrow
But don't expect me to take it back
[Verse 6]
I been drippin' candy paint
Grew up Willow Avenue
Turned a right on Yellowstone
You see what them players do
So I chuck the deuce
Who make us home to Herschelwood
And shout out to my cousin Mo
He got off a prison sentence
[Verse 7]
Lock him in a penitentiary
He ain't takin' **** with him
Or his daughter either
So send the Lord to keep her
'Cause the police killin' fathers
Man, it's hard to keep 'em
And that's what's in my blood
Besides the oil and reefer
[Verse 8]
I'm the black slab
Tryna catch the reaper
It's a four inside my cup
I crack the seal and fill it
It's a hole inside me
I try to pour and fill it
But in the bottom
Another monster, there's somethin' with it
I'm still that little ****
With the little twisties
Waitin' for the bus
And I just missed it
That's why I'm still hungry
Why you robbin' ****?
That's why I dream bigger
Fuck a couple dollars
I want a hundred million
And one for all my ****
And twenty for my mama
She need some bigger ceilin's
[Verse 9]
I'm waitin' on the birds to call me, I fly
I'm waitin' on the birds to call me, I
Oh, I, oh, I
I'm waitin' on the birds to call me, I fly
I'm waitin' on the birds to call me, I
Oh, I, oh, I
I'm waitin' on the birds to call me, I fly
I'm waitin' on the birds to call me, I
Oh, I, oh, I
I'm waitin' on the birds to call me, I fly
I'm waitin' on the birds to call me, I
Oh, I, oh, I
I'm waitin' on
[Verse 10]
One day I'ma get my bread up
All my real **** been fed up
One day I'ma get my bread up
All my real **** been fed up
Written by: Ameer Vann, Ciarán McDonald, Clifford Simpson, Dominique Simpson, Isaiah Merriweather, Romil Hemnani, W.A.K.M.A. Wood
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