38 -
The Canvas
Embers
Ha
Yeah
In my division
No intermission
Yeah we do this fun
I got lyrics
We have weapons
But I hit you with puns
If he go missin
Ask my minions
What you think I'm a chump
If he a witness
He go missin
Like a tree now you stumped
Better go figure
Better go get her
I pack like weed in a blunt
You wanted embers
Shit to remember
Now this ain't what you want
You pretend to be a center
I run it back when you punt
Oh you a king
You a god
But my nigga you slumped
I don't miss a fuckin note
I said you better watch your tone
Then sonny pulled the fuckin chrome
He put it to his fuckin nose
The room got put on silent mode
I shook em when I cleared my throat
Take it out the studio
Or I'ma leave some bullet holes
I only need two numbers
Just to show I'm the one
This just practice
What comes after a sequel to none
I keep cookin
I keep cookin
Man I hope that it's done
This ain't war
It ain't a war
If I keep killin these chumps
I only need
Two 3s
Just to show that I jump
This just target practice
Boy I shoot wit a pump
I keep cookin
I keep cookin
Man now look what I've done
I keep cookin
I keep cookin
Now I know that shits done
Boy don't come to me
If you need help with the fam
I ain't with the randoms
Trynna fuck up my plans
Everybody hatin
Man they hate when I dance
Recount up the money
If I can't see ya hands
I regret writing checks
But I made me some bands
I woulda still had it
If I had me some friends
She was in a Benz
While I was in the can
It felt like Back when tony
And manny where still friends
My homies keep them fuckin poles
Pressure through my fuckin goals
I'm like Houston in the fuckin cold
This is just more Bellicose
I just did a fuckin show
It felt just like the super bowl
More poppin than the fuckin host
This is just another flow
I only need two numbers
Just to show I'm the one
This just practice
What comes after
Is a sequel to none
I keep cookin
I keep cookin
Man I hope that it's done
This ain't war
It ain't a war
If I keep killin these chumps
I only need Two 3s
Just to show that I jump
This just target practice
Boy I shoot wit a pump
I keep cookin
I keep cookin
Man now look what I've done
I keep cookin
I keep cookin
Now I know that shits done
Yeah
In my division
No intermission
Yeah we do this fun
I got lyrics
We have weapons
But I hit you with puns
If he go missin
Ask my minions
What you think I'm a chump
If he a witness
He go missin
Like a tree now you stumped
Better go figure
Better go get her
I pack like weed in a blunt
You wanted embers
Shit to remember
Now this ain't what you want
You pretend to be a center
I run it back when you punt
Oh you a king
You a god
But my nigga you slumped
I don't miss a fuckin note
I said you better watch your tone
Then sonny pulled the fuckin chrome
He put it to his fuckin nose
The room got put on silent mode
I shook em when I cleared my throat
Take it out the studio
Or I'ma leave some bullet holes
I only need two numbers
Just to show I'm the one
This just practice
What comes after a sequel to none
I keep cookin
I keep cookin
Man I hope that it's done
This ain't war
It ain't a war
If I keep killin these chumps
I only need
Two 3s
Just to show that I jump
This just target practice
Boy I shoot wit a pump
I keep cookin
I keep cookin
Man now look what I've done
I keep cookin
I keep cookin
Now I know that shits done
Boy don't come to me
If you need help with the fam
I ain't with the randoms
Trynna fuck up my plans
Everybody hatin
Man they hate when I dance
Recount up the money
If I can't see ya hands
I regret writing checks
But I made me some bands
I woulda still had it
If I had me some friends
She was in a Benz
While I was in the can
It felt like Back when tony
And manny where still friends
My homies keep them fuckin poles
Pressure through my fuckin goals
I'm like Houston in the fuckin cold
This is just more Bellicose
I just did a fuckin show
It felt just like the super bowl
More poppin than the fuckin host
This is just another flow
I only need two numbers
Just to show I'm the one
This just practice
What comes after
Is a sequel to none
I keep cookin
I keep cookin
Man I hope that it's done
This ain't war
It ain't a war
If I keep killin these chumps
I only need Two 3s
Just to show that I jump
This just target practice
Boy I shoot wit a pump
I keep cookin
I keep cookin
Man now look what I've done
I keep cookin
I keep cookin
Now I know that shits done
Credits
Writer(s): Ty Lowery
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