CANARY Lyrics

Ayo, Enough with all the banter; camarones a la plancha

Movin' with a tiny dancer

Catch me drifting in a Lancer

Bumpin Popcaan in some new Lavin

Sopa wit the Won Tons

Paint a picture like I'm Chon Don

Sippin' fine wine, this bottle older than me

My Patna holdin' a Ki

They tried to hold 'em for weeks

Fuck the feds

Keep it on the hush

Just know that she belong to us

You can look but never touch

UnLess you want ya Belly tucked

Stuff shells, Manicotti

I give a call to Tony let 'em know he's never lonely in this shit

I was there when son got hit

So it's fuck 'em when we spin

I ain't from Brooklyn, man we'll boom you just for lookin in the X

Been a hitter, they should throw me in some pinstripes

You was shadow boxing I was trynna get my glint right

Grew up en las calles I'm just trynna live the rich life

No patients for these hoes, I ain't never been the pimp type

Keep a couple brujas on the line, just in case they try to hex me

Got a daughter on the way, man shorty really blessed me

Uh, Wayne Gretzky 50 in 39

Iced with a dirty nine

Frost bite in the summer time

Kites from the other side say wipe em or otherwise and other lines

I feel like Kool G Rap, tied up with the Luciano's

Pumpin' slugs in my pajamas, "Can I Live?"

Why they wanna Hawk the kid? Shit, It's a set up

They tried to hit me in the bubble bath, bubble bath

Tried to hit me in the bubble bath, bubble bath

I kept the blicky on my side yo fuck all that!

You talk a lot and I seen people go for less

Heart as soft as terry clothe with an inflated head

They hit you with a three-nine and you gon play the feds

Canary on the chest plate, you scary on ya best day

You never know, that's why I pack an auto

Cause death comes for everybody even Castellano

Leather Avirex, lookin like Havoc in 95

Still rock my Timbs with the scuffs, we keep live

That's why I hustle day to day I need to feed my child

An eye for an eye, son your beef is mines

Word to Nas, its no surprise, you get my state of mind, NY

They put these bars on pedestal

You workin hard just to get a deal

I'm stay independent let 'em pay the meals

Fuck the money it's music, dawg I'm stayin' real

I seen a couple blue tints turn rappers to Six Nines

I been gettin cuts different ways like a Swiss knife

Since Cartagena & Chis Lite

I was a hustler, way before I picked up a pen

You did it backwards papi, now you gotta pretend