BROCKHAMPTON - CANNON Lyrics
[Video Intro: Jabari Manwa]I am Jabari Manwa, and this is my confessions tape[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]This is everything I ever wanted thoughDreaming of a candy storeBrother couldn't tell me more, noSo I need moments where I could be left aloneYeah, she let me ride alongTo a place where I belong, woah, thoughIf you niggas ever get your money rightWould you still be robbing niggas?Would you still be lying to yo momma? NoDon't you know I do this for your family?'Cause mine ain't believe in meLeft my hood so easilyEat, sleep, wash sheets, repeatWatch teachers teach[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]High and on the damn sidelines where the bleachers beAlways feel like city streets, wish I was back in my sheets, shitMost days I don't wanna be me, shitDon't watch this, teen watch TV, shitMy whole family look like some Gucci shitShoutout my hood, they racist as hell, shitI'm 'bout my papers like some damn immigrants, *****[Hook: Kevin Abstract]One day I'ma get my bread upAll my real niggas been fed upOne day I'ma get my bread upAll my real niggas still fed upOne day I'ma get my bread upAll my real niggas been fed upOne day I'ma get my bread upAll my real niggas been set up[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]I cannot explain itDropped down to my knees beneath the stars and started prayingLife put me here for a reason, I am not complainingLook me in my eyes, I'm not here for your entertainmentDo you follow?I ain't here as your role modelThat pill is way too big to swallowI hollowed out my pathBorrow all my sorrow but don't expect me to take it back[Verse 4: Ameer Vann]I been dripping candy paint, grew up Willow AvenueTurned a right on Yellowstone, you see what them players doSo I chuck the deuce who make us home to HerschelwoodAnd shout out to my cousin Mo, he got off a prison sentenceLock him in a penitentiary, he ain't takin' niggas with himOr his daughter either, so send the lord to keep her'Cause the police killin' fathers, man, it hard to keep 'emAnd that's what's in my blood, besides the oil and reeferI'm in the black slab, tryna catch the reaperIt's a four inside my cup, I crack the seal and fill itIt's a hole inside me, I try to pour and fill itBut in the bottom, another monster, there's somethin' with itI'm still that little nigga with the little twistiesWaitin' for the bus and I just missed itThat's why I'm still hungry, why you robbin' niggas?That's why I dream bigger, ***** a couple dollarsI want a hundred million, and one for all my niggasAnd twenty for my mama, she need some bigger ceilings[Bridge: Bear//Face]I'm waiting on the birds to call me I, flyI'm waiting on the birds to call me IOh I, oh II'm waiting on the birds to call me I, flyI'm waiting on the birds to call me IOh I, oh II'm waiting on the birds to call me I, flyI'm waiting on the birds to call me IOh I, oh II'm waiting on the birds to call me I, flyI'm waiting on the birds to call me IOh I, oh II'm waiting on[Hook: Kevin Abstract]One day I'ma get my bread upAll my real niggas been fed upOne day I'ma get my bread upAll my real niggas been fed up
