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