Isaiah James - Canal St. Freestyle lyrics
[Isaiah James - Canal St. Freestyle lyrics]
Ayy, cut the posing
Don't give a fuck if that ass is poking
Your pussy soaking but what good you got
When you ain't stroking?
Life of Bruce Wayne, all I see is jokers
Wolves rocking sheep’s clothing
Out in open, they don't know it
Jehovah gon’ overthrow 'em
Our president be provoking
Might make some savages get pistols
Loaded and get to smokin’
Black folk tryna live a little
That's a scary sight
That's that white America
Assassinating characters
Fuck the mainstream
I ain't paying racks for boxer draws
But I ain't blaming any brother
Pushin’ weight and selling raw
Look around your circle
Tell me who the illest spitting bars
See them getting love, am I impressed? No
Not at all they ain't got no passion
They lacking and full of bullshit
Blessed is the man who tell me
"Zae, I really feel that shit!"
Fuck your clique, I meant it
Y'all crooked like a tooth at the dentist
I don't wear a jimmy but
I'm feeling like I'm Hendrix
Ayy, fuck the news
All they push is fabricated click bait
They ain't got no shit to say
I'm cynical like Lupe
We the cool, new school
Bicken back being bool
Think your own, don't be a tool
Watch your mouth, don't be a fool
Local rappers talking like they
Running the game far as I see they the same
No Rover Ranges or change
Straight shooter like I'm Korver
I feel it I'll cross the border
I ain't talking Mexicanos, I just
Give you new Picassos, ayy
Don't give a fuck if that ass is poking
Your pussy soaking but what good you got
When you ain't stroking?
Life of Bruce Wayne, all I see is jokers
Wolves rocking sheep’s clothing
Out in open, they don't know it
Jehovah gon’ overthrow 'em
Our president be provoking
Might make some savages get pistols
Loaded and get to smokin’
Black folk tryna live a little
That's a scary sight
That's that white America
Assassinating characters
Fuck the mainstream
I ain't paying racks for boxer draws
But I ain't blaming any brother
Pushin’ weight and selling raw
Look around your circle
Tell me who the illest spitting bars
See them getting love, am I impressed? No
Not at all they ain't got no passion
They lacking and full of bullshit
Blessed is the man who tell me
"Zae, I really feel that shit!"
Fuck your clique, I meant it
Y'all crooked like a tooth at the dentist
I don't wear a jimmy but
I'm feeling like I'm Hendrix
Ayy, fuck the news
All they push is fabricated click bait
They ain't got no shit to say
I'm cynical like Lupe
We the cool, new school
Bicken back being bool
Think your own, don't be a tool
Watch your mouth, don't be a fool
Local rappers talking like they
Running the game far as I see they the same
No Rover Ranges or change
Straight shooter like I'm Korver
I feel it I'll cross the border
I ain't talking Mexicanos, I just
Give you new Picassos, ayy