COLD IN CANADA

(Chorus)
Oh yea
I wasn’t asking for much
I just went and ran it up
I can’t land I’m going up
Oh yea
Got me ashin’ these blunts
I never fell for it once
And I drive cars the foreign ones
Oh yea
And I drip like the candle
All these flows that I channel
Yea it get cold out in Canada
Oh yea
Fuck with me, got my bands up
Fuck you mean? I got swagger
Rock thousand dollar jeans, say she like my fashion

(Verse 1)
Even though she want me, I won’t miss her
Backwood filled with green, I don’t do the swisher
And my belt double g, I got the socks matching with the sneakers
She say imma dog running off the leash I don’t got the time to argue with her
I’m dodging the narcs and undercover agents
I’m going far fly to different places
Slow motion my drink I’m inside the matrix
I rolled up an eighth, took off in a spaceship
Too much on my plate, I don’t wanna say shit
I’m in the kitchen cook it like a baker
I’m in a vacant parking lot, it’s late night
I took the paper route the campaign now

( Bridge)
Lame niggas talking, but they don’t know what they talking bout
I count racks at the office, yea young nigga just went and cashed out
I put hundreds in my stash now
I live inside a glass house
I’m pouring d’usse in my glass now

(Chorus)
Oh yea
I wasn’t asking for much
I just went and ran it up
I can’t land I’m going up
Oh yea
Got me ashin’ these blunts
I never fell for it once
And I drive cars the foreign ones
Oh yea
And I drip like the candle
All these flows that I channel
Yea it get cold out in Canada
Oh yea
Fuck with me, got my bands up
Fuck you mean? I got swagger
Rock thousand dollar jeans, say she like my fashion

(Verse 2)
Oh yea
All of these vampires, blood suckas
All of these damn flies and vultures
Went stuck they hand inside the culture
Oh yea
I can’t stand it I promise you
That’s why I’m a candidate running too
Gon’ represent each and everyone of you
Oh yea
I can’t even lie, I love this
I’m gon’ fire the oven up
I’m gon’ grind to double up
Oh yea
Imma shine regardless
Swear my time coming
Imma climb without a harness

( Bridge)
Lame niggas talking, but they don’t know what they talking bout
I count racks at the office, yea young nigga just went and cashed out
I put hundreds in my stash now
I live inside a glass house
I’m pouring d’usse in my glass now

(Chorus)
Oh yea
I wasn’t asking for much
I just went and ran it up
I can’t land I’m going up
Oh yea
Got me ashin’ these blunts
I never fell for it once
And I drive cars the foreign ones
Oh yea
And I drip like the candle
All these flows that I channel
Yea it get cold out in Canada
Oh yea
Fuck with me, got my bands up
Fuck you mean? I got swagger
Rock thousand dollar jeans, say she like my fashion