Bones - Canal St. lyrics

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Yeah, live through the strugglin', life's a every day hustle I hustle every day in life thinkin' back Takin' packs up the block them older n***as said I couldn't hustle Man f** 'em n***as, I'll be back, strapped back pack b**h I'm flipping work, hand in hand, I think they call it trappin' Racin' laps, re-up went to waste, it pays to make it stack Face the fact, there's always n***as out there tryin' to knock the hustle I guess that's why they say we trap, don't let n***as hold you back I'm just a kettle from the ghetto with no pot to piss in So who am I to call it black? Black man, black male Black ball, black opsy, black diamonds glistenin' Attract the pigs and all the rats, kitten scratch I went from roaches on my bump to red broaches on the cuff On my tux, chauffeur pullin' up, no if, ands or buts about him I went to Paris for my trunks, 100 thousand spend on Goyard Used it once, couldn't give a sh**, damn or f** about 'em Hit Can*l Street, real as a gold medallion Smokin' blunts in front of public housing Wildin' 'til they throw me in 'em cuffs Mouth full of fronts, look like Master P up in my Cartier's Diamonds shinin' in the frames Changed the game and made them say Uhh Ain't no limits to this sh**, life's a flick, you're speakin' to the script My life is like a movie, they should film me through it Take a pic, then show the frame and sh**, forever me, was always G Way before this famous sh**, y'all just pretend to do it [Hook: Bones](x2) You say you got 'em guns, but I've never seen you bang You say you get 'em d**, but I've never seen you sling Say you in that game, but I've yet to see you play You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] Rap game like the crack game, swear it's all the same, hustle Whippin' soda through the pot, watch it bubble Flex a muscle, hit the block, I better teach you n***as how to hustle Sellin' c**a on the charts, watch it double Uh, taking me in zoom and bust my sh**, my mobile office Gettin' head while at my desk, this sh** my oval office I remember when I got a hundred for recordings Now to sum up my performances, just put me on the Forbes list f** Jiggy, I'm flawless, f** pretty, I'm gorgeous Your favourite rapper's corpses couldn't match up my importance My mind is out in orbits, plus my ego got endorsements Heard the people want that raw sh**, but y'all be talkin' bullsh** [Hook](x2)