Cannon

This is everything I ever wanted though

Dreaming 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, woah, though

If you niggas ever get your money right

Would you still be robbing niggas?

Would you still be lying to yo momma? 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

One day I'ma get my bread up

All my real niggas been fed up

One day I'ma get my bread up

All my real niggas still fed up

One day I'ma get my bread up

All my real niggas been fed up

One day I'ma get my bread up

All my real niggas been set up

I cannot explain it

Dropped down to my knees beneath the stars and started praying

Life put me here for a reason, I am not complaining

Look me in my eyes, I'm not here for your entertainment

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

I been dripping 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

Lock him in a penitentiary, he ain't takin' niggas with him

Or his daughter either, so send the lord to keep her

'Cause the police killin' fathers, man, it hard to keep 'em

And that's what's in my blood, besides the oil and reefer

I'm in 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 nigga with the little twisties

Waitin' for the bus, and I just missed it

That's why I'm still hungry, why you robbin' niggas?

That's why I dream bigger, fuck a couple dollars

I want a hundred million, and one for all my niggas

And twenty for my mama, she need some bigger ceilings

I'm waiting on the birds to call me I, fly

I'm waiting on the birds to call me I

Oh I, oh I

I'm waiting on the birds to call me I, fly

I'm waiting on the birds to call me I

Oh I, oh I

I'm waiting on the birds to call me I, fly

I'm waiting on the birds to call me I

Oh I, oh I

I'm waiting on the birds to call me I, fly

I'm waiting on the birds to call me I

Oh I, oh I

I'm waiting on

One day I'ma get my bread up

All my real niggas been fed up

One day I'ma get my bread up

All my real niggas been fed up