CANVAS
Ok I'm just bout to go right in
I got a whole lotta kin and they need some wins
Contemplating
Expecting me when I follow through
Another chapter for the one they call Label
With a lot more grit
But my nigga still unstable
We lacking discipline and without it I'm not able
To flex these racks whenever I wanna
Fuck these bitches whenever I wanna
But understand that's not the point
Cause I'm flexing with my thumbs
Rolling up this joint
Can't say this one from Spike Lee
Hi key wanna do the right thing
I guess then I'll see
What this life has got to offer
Rise to the penthouse or fall in a coffin
This bottle might get lost in
Releasing all my toxins
A meeting of the bosses
The mettle gets the call in
I got it
Don't worry cause imma follow through
Got enough to serve a family or two
Got enough to sting ya mans and you
I ain't a killa but you know the rest
So get ya vest cause I got mine
And you best protect
All the valuables and things that you possess
Laying in the grass with the snakes
Cause only then will you know what it takes
Take this beat as my canvas
Can't wait to drive the Murcielago
Champs Mettle Mullah Business
Painted on her face no Picasso
No Picasso
But I paint a picture
Gotta know that P G
Thought I played for the Clippers
Chop his ass to smithereens
Put that boy right in the blender
Mother Nature only son
Imma natural born killa
Load up the clip
Slide on his ass
Lemme get em and dip
All on my dick
Write my name on her lips
Bitch
I'm in the back with the hoes
I got the load and I'm gettin em sold
Bitch
You better act you know
Play with young Pistol
We leaving em cold
Leave that backend on the front
Just like that Ferrari
Find his body in the trunk
Trapping is my hobby
I had three pounds for lunch
And I just smoked yo OG
With some Zaza in my lungs
Take this beat as my canvas
No pen no pad
But I got these words dancing
She call me dad
Still make it romantic
No one against me
Then I left that boy stranded
Aye listen
This shit get tough just like the steak
They gone bring on the plate
That's why I eat em up
Bring the gloves
I'll beat em up
Every match steady heating up
Too easy like I'm cheating or sum
Right hand on the pistol
Just dismiss em
It ain't meaning much
And I'm just so clutch
That I gotta keep it clutch
And if a nigga unknown
Then imma gone and beam em up
I take this beat as my canvas
Remold it to a million bucks
I'm fucking million dollar bitches
Having million dollar nuts
Boy this
Shit get too easy fucking round with Young Moeses
All of my niggas come through with that beam
And they exploding on the beat
Or maybe we exploding inside the sheets
With all the freaks
And we be breaking backs
That's every fucking week
Shit
What's the post date
I might fuck around and send yo bitch a Post-mate
Ship her across the coast
Diamonds water
It's a lake
Gotta keep faith hey
I want the stars
My wraith base
If you slide with me
Gotta keep all that fake hate
Keep it tough one hundred
You rolling with some green apes
I keep on beating my chest Holmes
I'm securing home base
Imma turn on notifications
I promise I won't post late
I paint this beat on my canvas
Imma work of art
Gotta gone and raise my standards
You know I raise the bar
Bar let's go
I got a whole lotta kin and they need some wins
Contemplating
Expecting me when I follow through
Another chapter for the one they call Label
With a lot more grit
But my nigga still unstable
We lacking discipline and without it I'm not able
To flex these racks whenever I wanna
Fuck these bitches whenever I wanna
But understand that's not the point
Cause I'm flexing with my thumbs
Rolling up this joint
Can't say this one from Spike Lee
Hi key wanna do the right thing
I guess then I'll see
What this life has got to offer
Rise to the penthouse or fall in a coffin
This bottle might get lost in
Releasing all my toxins
A meeting of the bosses
The mettle gets the call in
I got it
Don't worry cause imma follow through
Got enough to serve a family or two
Got enough to sting ya mans and you
I ain't a killa but you know the rest
So get ya vest cause I got mine
And you best protect
All the valuables and things that you possess
Laying in the grass with the snakes
Cause only then will you know what it takes
Take this beat as my canvas
Can't wait to drive the Murcielago
Champs Mettle Mullah Business
Painted on her face no Picasso
No Picasso
But I paint a picture
Gotta know that P G
Thought I played for the Clippers
Chop his ass to smithereens
Put that boy right in the blender
Mother Nature only son
Imma natural born killa
Load up the clip
Slide on his ass
Lemme get em and dip
All on my dick
Write my name on her lips
Bitch
I'm in the back with the hoes
I got the load and I'm gettin em sold
Bitch
You better act you know
Play with young Pistol
We leaving em cold
Leave that backend on the front
Just like that Ferrari
Find his body in the trunk
Trapping is my hobby
I had three pounds for lunch
And I just smoked yo OG
With some Zaza in my lungs
Take this beat as my canvas
No pen no pad
But I got these words dancing
She call me dad
Still make it romantic
No one against me
Then I left that boy stranded
Aye listen
This shit get tough just like the steak
They gone bring on the plate
That's why I eat em up
Bring the gloves
I'll beat em up
Every match steady heating up
Too easy like I'm cheating or sum
Right hand on the pistol
Just dismiss em
It ain't meaning much
And I'm just so clutch
That I gotta keep it clutch
And if a nigga unknown
Then imma gone and beam em up
I take this beat as my canvas
Remold it to a million bucks
I'm fucking million dollar bitches
Having million dollar nuts
Boy this
Shit get too easy fucking round with Young Moeses
All of my niggas come through with that beam
And they exploding on the beat
Or maybe we exploding inside the sheets
With all the freaks
And we be breaking backs
That's every fucking week
Shit
What's the post date
I might fuck around and send yo bitch a Post-mate
Ship her across the coast
Diamonds water
It's a lake
Gotta keep faith hey
I want the stars
My wraith base
If you slide with me
Gotta keep all that fake hate
Keep it tough one hundred
You rolling with some green apes
I keep on beating my chest Holmes
I'm securing home base
Imma turn on notifications
I promise I won't post late
I paint this beat on my canvas
Imma work of art
Gotta gone and raise my standards
You know I raise the bar
Bar let's go
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Writer(s): Quenton Harper
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