Yeah
It's the canvas
Lord knows I just need a canvas
I've been workin on my manors
And edict with the handles
Now I'm feelin so special
Seven bands
I invest you
Slime sneeze
I bless you
If it's three bands I betchu
Then Its three bands I collect too
F*ck it then
Well let's dumb it then
I gotta bucket list
Wit a hunnid whips
And a hunnid chicks
On a hunnid trips
Yeah I wrote the shit
And I'm ashamed of it
I don't need that shit
I was just a kid
I got some illi sense
And we can get it lit
Im just too busy for the bullshit
And now I'm fully loaded with a full clip
No cap
I really wrote this shit
No all of it
No bullshit
If I'm movin slow then it's business
Ima hit you wit that who is this
F*ck
I wanted you to witness
Now you just have to witness
This the canvas I'm davinci
Hoppin out in some balinci's
On the lean
I feel like Hercules
And When I'm blowin tree
I think I'm Socrates
I need a triple beam
In a trap house
That needs quarantine
We got the lights out
But I'm 1 deep
And my crews close
We been Out east
But not past post
I might keep one
Then I'll let it go
This is Thirty Eights
Picasso
Is that really how this shit should go
I'm matching with gas and I'm bringin the smoke
I used to just melt like a candle but now I get gone off the wax
Shout out to Azmyth this slap
Sorry V I dropped the bag
But now I got put on the map
My only best friend is my Dad
Look at the stories we have
All of these stories are facts
Don't you be sleepin on nap
We still have our spot on the map
We just been building the throne
We shiver we cold
The Pacers are Gold
The whispers are nothin
Man
F*ck what they told
I need the trophy to hold
When it starts to get warm
Whether its bliss or a storm
I fall into winter And spring into summer
I play any sport
Man I got a problem
Why voices keep callin
My phone is on silent
Yeah that's auto pilot
The timber is violet
My crew is the wildest
We comin through wildlin
Dark windows we private
Don't try me the slightest
Cause you ain't the brightest
My technique is tightened
I see through my eyelids
So please don't you try shit
Cause This is the canvas
Just listen
I planned this
38 - Intro Lyrics
38 - Intro Lyrics
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Yeah
It's the canvas
Lord knows I just need a canvas
I've been workin on my manors
And edict with the handles
Now I'm feelin so special
Seven bands
I invest you
Slime sneeze
I bless you
If it's three bands I betchu
Then Its three bands I collect too
F*ck it then
Well let's dumb it then
I gotta bucket list
Wit a hunnid whips
And a hunnid chicks
On a hunnid trips
Yeah I wrote the shit
And I'm ashamed of it
I don't need that shit
I was just a kid
I got some illi sense
And we can get it lit
Im just too busy for the bullshit
And now I'm fully loaded with a full clip
No cap
I really wrote this shit
No all of it
No bullshit
If I'm movin slow then it's business
Ima hit you wit that who is this
F*ck
I wanted you to witness
Now you just have to witness
This the canvas I'm davinci
Hoppin out in some balinci's
On the lean
I feel like Hercules
And When I'm blowin tree
I think I'm Socrates
I need a triple beam
In a trap house
That needs quarantine
We got the lights out
But I'm 1 deep
And my crews close
We been Out east
But not past post
I might keep one
Then I'll let it go
This is Thirty Eights
Picasso
Is that really how this shit should go
I'm matching with gas and I'm bringin the smoke
I used to just melt like a candle but now I get gone off the wax
Shout out to Azmyth this slap
Sorry V I dropped the bag
But now I got put on the map
My only best friend is my Dad
Look at the stories we have
All of these stories are facts
Don't you be sleepin on nap
We still have our spot on the map
We just been building the throne
We shiver we cold
The Pacers are Gold
The whispers are nothin
Man
F*ck what they told
I need the trophy to hold
When it starts to get warm
Whether its bliss or a storm
I fall into winter And spring into summer
I play any sport
Man I got a problem
Why voices keep callin
My phone is on silent
Yeah that's auto pilot
The timber is violet
My crew is the wildest
We comin through wildlin
Dark windows we private
Don't try me the slightest
Cause you ain't the brightest
My technique is tightened
I see through my eyelids
So please don't you try shit
Cause This is the canvas
Just listen
I planned this
It's the canvas
Lord knows I just need a canvas
I've been workin on my manors
And edict with the handles
Now I'm feelin so special
Seven bands
I invest you
Slime sneeze
I bless you
If it's three bands I betchu
Then Its three bands I collect too
F*ck it then
Well let's dumb it then
I gotta bucket list
Wit a hunnid whips
And a hunnid chicks
On a hunnid trips
Yeah I wrote the shit
And I'm ashamed of it
I don't need that shit
I was just a kid
I got some illi sense
And we can get it lit
Im just too busy for the bullshit
And now I'm fully loaded with a full clip
No cap
I really wrote this shit
No all of it
No bullshit
If I'm movin slow then it's business
Ima hit you wit that who is this
F*ck
I wanted you to witness
Now you just have to witness
This the canvas I'm davinci
Hoppin out in some balinci's
On the lean
I feel like Hercules
And When I'm blowin tree
I think I'm Socrates
I need a triple beam
In a trap house
That needs quarantine
We got the lights out
But I'm 1 deep
And my crews close
We been Out east
But not past post
I might keep one
Then I'll let it go
This is Thirty Eights
Picasso
Is that really how this shit should go
I'm matching with gas and I'm bringin the smoke
I used to just melt like a candle but now I get gone off the wax
Shout out to Azmyth this slap
Sorry V I dropped the bag
But now I got put on the map
My only best friend is my Dad
Look at the stories we have
All of these stories are facts
Don't you be sleepin on nap
We still have our spot on the map
We just been building the throne
We shiver we cold
The Pacers are Gold
The whispers are nothin
Man
F*ck what they told
I need the trophy to hold
When it starts to get warm
Whether its bliss or a storm
I fall into winter And spring into summer
I play any sport
Man I got a problem
Why voices keep callin
My phone is on silent
Yeah that's auto pilot
The timber is violet
My crew is the wildest
We comin through wildlin
Dark windows we private
Don't try me the slightest
Cause you ain't the brightest
My technique is tightened
I see through my eyelids
So please don't you try shit
Cause This is the canvas
Just listen
I planned this
Writer: Ty Lowery
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave