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Aye, L.A., I said, y'all ready!? What’s happenin'!? I said, aye, Kannon…(*clap-clap*) You did this shit for a free trip to L.A., my nigga You just happy to be here Nigga, this me vers' myself You just happen to be here! I come back, then disappear, after I crack your hemisphere Have a cannon (Kannon) rappin’ back at Kannon like when he practice in the mirror You clicked wit' Cave Gang for the clout? You corny We seen this shit before That's Kannon (cannon) hidin' in a Cave.but I beat Mario 64! But Kannon ain't hear it Your reception fuzzy? Your antenna bent? Well, I'm the man, and they fear it These niggas all write for each other, can't even handle their lyrics My only ghostwriter is my dead homies when I channel they spirit! I said, Smdllack, lemme grrrat! this nigga! So now I'mma get to the bag But shit, the bigger the body, the bigger the bag So, fat boy, you finna get bodied, so get in the bag This a colostomy: this shit in the bag It’s always, uh, Jordan 3s, or it’s Yeezys Well, throw them shits in a bag So, jump, man (Jumpman) off the side, or you finna get tagged Wait.no? OK, well, it's a different bag Yo’ bitch give out a lot of mouth: she got gift of the gab! Her road head? Fire! Burnt tires, the Michelin smashed Brains on the road.the bitch gettin' ditched like I drifted and crashed Wait, my bad, Kannon You already been forgot about Don't nobody give a fuck about nothin' that your name on Last time niggas had Dedication with Kannon (Cannon), it was the Wayne song! Hands swinging, leave ya whole camp pain when I’m campaigning Your style? Boring You need some flow, some brand changing I'm tellin' this bitch what he should already know: this man's plain (mansplaining) But he can't hang, this is fundamental You just mad no one'll mention you But these bullets stick wit' you no matter what: that's unconditional Pick you apart, your flow stuck: I un-condition you High-definition vivid, but this Kannon (Canon) image is one-dimensional! I'm the man again, you a mannequin Fists of fury leave your picture blurry: I'll crack Kannon (Canon) lens! Wait, hold on, wait, lemme get this straight You a mixed-race Black and Mexican boy from Chicago That mean yo' pops and yo' uncle is Los Pollos Hermanos! You got fried chicken in yo' tacos, and chitlins in your nachos! Is it Cazadores, or Hennessy? I'll hit you wit' the bottle! ‘Til your temple leakin' tomato sauce Turn your shit into gazpacho! Man, you the king of those outdated, recycled bars, and that's your best shit I'm on some next shit You always bringin' up old shit like an ex bitch They just buyin' how you deliver those old throwaways: get off Craigslist! You get shot on the scene: news camera Incredible green: Bruce Banner New hammers, you could die right where you standin' Don't get too out of control If you too loose, Kannon, we might lose Kannon I got a question: I heard you got yo' bitch pregnant.no? Maybe? I hope you got some time to find a better girl Next time, check preferrals My whole team got the neck referral Gave her backshots ‘til her ass was numb: don't need an epidural! That's the main you got!? She says that you complain a lot! She ain't throwin' up the set, but she says she wanna bang the block And I know what got your mind off track - we had to train a thot (of thought)! Yeah, I know, I done heard the worst Yeah, I done heard the worst Right now, I'm chillin' on this clown If my niggas swerve and skrrt!, your feelings on the ground Yeah.word to Twork, bruh, I'm really from The Town! Town Business, nigga!
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