Correction Lyrics Canal St. REMIX by BONES

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Yeah, live through the strugglin', life's a every day (hustle)
I hustle every day in life, thinkin' back
Takin' packs up the block, them older n***as said I couldn't (hustle)
Man f**k 'em n***as, I'll be back, strapped backpack
b*t*h, I'm flippin' work, hand in hand, I think they call it track (hustle)
Racin' laps, re-up went to waste, it pays to make it stack
Face the fact, there's always n***as out there, tryin' to knock the (hustle)
I guess that's why they say we trap, don't let n***as hold you back
I'm just a kettle from the ghetto with no pot to p*ss in
So who am I to call it black? Black man, black male
Black ball, black opsy, black diamonds glistenin'
Attract the pigs and all the rats, kitten scratch
I went from roaches on my bump to red brooches on the cuff
Of my tux, chauffeur pullin' up, no if, and's or buts about him
I went to Paris for my trunks, 100 thousand spent on Goyard
Used 'em once, couldn't give a sh*t, damn or f**k about 'em
Hit Canal Street, vintage gold medallion
Smokin' blunts in front of public housin'
Wildin' 'til they throw me in them cuffs
Mouth full of fronts, look like Master P up in my Cartiers
Diamonds shinin' in the frames
Changed the game and made them say (uhh)
Ain't no limits to this sh*t, life's a flick, you're stickin' to the script
My life is like a movie, they should film me through it
Take a pic, be sure to frame the sh*t, forever me, was always G
Way before this famous sh*t, y'all just pretend to do it

You say you got them guns, but I've never seen you bang
You say you got them drugs, but I've never seen you slang
You say you in that game, but I've yet to see you play
You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah
You say you got them guns, but I've never seen you bang
You say you got them drugs, but I've never seen you slang
You say you in that game, but I've yet to see you play
You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah

Rap game like the crack game, swear it's all the same (hustle)
Whippin' soda through the pot, watch it bubble
Flexin' muscle, hit the block, I bet I teach you n***as how to (hustle)
Sellin' coca on the charts, watch it double
Uh, takin' meetings on my bus, this sh*t my mobile office
Gettin' head while at my desk, this sh*t my oval office
I remember when I got a hundred for recordings
Now the sum of my performances just put me on the Forbes list
f**k jiggy, I'm flawless, f**k pretty, I'm gorgeous
Your favorite rappers' corpses couldn't measure my importance
My mind is out in orbits, plus my ego got endorsements
Heard the people want that raw sh*t, but y'all be talkin' bullsh*t

If you wanna know what feels right, lemme take you to the sta-

(Part 2)

Uh, I can feel the base
From the ceiling to the basement
I don’t feel a thing
Wait hold on hold scratch that
Scratch that sh*t

(Part 3)

Alright
Wait hold on
Hold on
Hold on
I think i got something on that
Yeah
Yeah
Play that again, play that again

Uh, uh
Yeah, uh, uh
Woo
All of these n***as don’t know me yet
In the near future, thats what they’ll regret
Everybody needs some motherf**kin help
Lemme help you out

BURH! BURH! BURH!

Ok now your mama’s dead
Don’t worry I aimed for the head
Judging by your expressions the satisfaction has no means to an end
Let them be your friends
Let me be your friend
Let em do anything they wanna do to you
Let me try to f**k you up any chance that I get

Its prolly for the best
Its prolly for the best
I hope its for the best
I hope its for the best
Its prolly for the best
Its prolly for the best
I hope its for the best
I hope its for the best

Uh, I hope its for the best
I hope its for the best
I hope I get some guests
I hope I get some guests
Two b*t*hes will do I guess
These other n***as tryna flex
If I told you what they be tryna flex then I’d prolly their rep
Which I don’t wanna do
I mean I guess
Nowadays I wish I could go back to Germany (Please)
Put all of this Pakistani sh*t behind me
Maybe keep a little bit of my nationality
But at least I wouldn’t get these consecutive  horrible dreams like 1, 2, 3
See where my homies at
And see where that b*t*h is that I who I tried to *beep*
I mean I guess there’s a slight possibility she’s already taken a hundred d**ks for free
But then again there’s also a chance she turned out pretty friendly
I remember halloween when me and my n***as went to trick or treat
I remember very well I dressed up as a ninja
Had to put my glasses off or I’d look like a woman in a Burkha
Couldn’t see sh*t
Couldn’t read sh*t
But my n***as said I was the sh*t
And for you n***as asking
YEAH!
I’m still the sh*t

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