Cannon Lyrics - Brockhampton

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract] 

This is everything I ever wanted though 

Dreamin' of a candy store 

Brother couldn't tell me no, no 

So I need moments where I could be left alone 

Yeah, she let me ride along 

To a place where I belong, woah, no 

If you niggas ever get your money right 

Would you still be robbing niggas? 

Would you still be lying to yo mom and them 

Don't you know I do this for your family? 

Cause mine ain't believe in me 

Left my hood so easily 

Eat, sleep, wash sheets, repeat 

Watch teachers teach 

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[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood] 

High and on the damn sidelines where the bleachers be 

Always feel like city streets, wish I was back in my sheets, shit 

Most days I don't wanna be me, shit 

Don't watch this, teens watch TV, shit 

My own family look like some OG shit 

Shout-out my hood, they racist as hell, shit 

I'm 'bout my papers like some damn immigrants, bitch 

[Hook: Kevin Abstract & Merlyn Wood] 

One day I'mma get my bread up 

All my real niggas been fed up 

One day I'mma get my bread up 

All my real niggas still fed up 

One day I'mma get my bread up 

All my real niggas been fed up 

One day I'mma get my bread up 

All my real niggas been set up 

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[Verse 3: Dom McLennon] 

I cannot explain it 

Dropped down to my knees beneath the stars and started praying 

Life put me here for a reason, I am not complaining 

Look me in my eyes, I'm not here for your entertainment 

Do you follow? 

I ain't here as your role model 

That pill is way too big to swallow 

I hollowed out my path 

Borrow all my sorrow but don't expect me to take it back 

[Verse 4: Ameer Vann] 

I been dripping candy paint 

Grew up Willow Avenue 

Turned a right on Yellowstone 

You see what them players do 

So I chuck the deuce who make us home to Herschelwood 

Shout out to my cousin Mo 

He got off a prison sentence 

Lock him in a penitentiary 

He ain't takin' niggas with him 

Or his daughter either 

So send the lord to keep her 

'Cause the police killin' fathers 

Man, it hard to keep 'em 

And that's what's in my blood 

Besides the oil and reefer 

I'm in the black slab 

Tryna catch the reaper 

It's a four inside my cup 

I crack the seal and fill it 

It's a hole inside me 

I try to pour and fill it 

But in the bottom, another monster 

There's somethin' with it 

I'm still that little nigga 

With the little twisties 

Waitin' for the bus and I just missed it 

That's why I'm still hungry 

Why you robbin' niggas? 

That's why I dream bigger, fuck a couple dollars 

I want a hundred million 

And one for all my niggas 

And twenty for my mama, she need some bigger ceilings 

[Outro: Bear//Face] 

I'm waiting on the birds to call me I, fly 

I'm waiting on the birds to call me I, fly 

Oh, ay, oh, ay 

I'm waiting on the birds to call me I, fly 

I'm waiting on the birds to call me I, fly 

Oh, ay, oh, ay 

I'm waiting on the birds to call me I, fly 

I'm waiting on the birds to call me I, fly 

Oh, ay, oh, ay 

I'm waiting on the birds to call me I, fly 

I'm waiting on the birds to call me I, fly 

Oh, ay, oh, ay 

I'm waiting on 

[Hook: Kevin Abstract & Merlyn Wood] 

One day I'mma get my bread up 

All my real niggas been fed up 

One day I'mma get my bread up 

All my real niggas been fed up