Lyrics
In my humble opinion these fuckers is overrated
Shouldn’t have made it, ain’t half as dedicated
This all star flowing is best when they need creators
Still banging like bloods and crypts in your hood but they’re gang related
H2O mob, we follow rules of engagement
Hit it like the head of the family, receiving payment
I’m praying for better days but I ain’t accustomed to waiting
Don’t carry change, them things is nickel plated
Home town favorites is few, then celebrate it
I’m hands free that work is delegated
Fresh out off the scale, my nigga he D weighted
Then cut it like Paul Pierce
If it’s playing get po-po for jokes, that smoke’s out the door
Real Canadian kush you can smell it through winter coats
Canada, eh? You from Canada, eh?
Inside this Canada goose ain’t nothing for me to say but
I’m gang six, Michael Jordan with his tongue out
Cards, but that’s how I come out
And this play off 13 buzz a beat then I run out
I sent them all to hell before you see that sun out
I had a dream, papi let me take a turn out
I sold a … and po-po put it there
A black man, afghan, drink the dream
With a trap that’s supreme, fucking scheme
What an end to a mean
Which means you should probably change the end to a scene
I see… walk deep ends and ravines
Creek without a paddle down the stream
This heart being clean
That dirty money like a civic go a long way
I make a travel, move a pimping, take the long way
Down that yellow brick road mamma told all that glitters ain’t gold
I crash land it, don’t never be the same
Sipping coke 45 like it’s champagne
I was broke, still breaking about when…
The right attire with the season the plans change
In the fire, a phoenix out of the flame
Avoiding enemy fire, I fire back at you lames
…flier than fliers, I fold ‘em like paper planes
Then fly them off the roof, off the tower with all their chains
Swag I see them but I can’t feel
‘Cause some relationships you can’t build
I’m on fire man, I can’t chill
Moving but they better see me at a stand still
That’s just the hater in you, it’s ok
More bottles of D rose, it’s gone that rose
Couple buckets of ice colder than cold blaze
Just another February slow day