Jd Era - Canada Eh lyrics

rate me

In my humble opinion these fuckers is overrated

Shouldn’t have made it, ain’t half as dedicated

This all star flowing is best when they need creators

Still banging like bloods and crypts in your hood but they’re gang related

H2O mob, we follow rules of engagement

Hit it like the head of the family, receiving payment

I’m praying for better days but I ain’t accustomed to waiting

Don’t carry change, them things is nickel plated

Home town favorites is few, then celebrate it

I’m hands free that work is delegated

Fresh out off the scale, my nigga he D weighted

Then cut it like Paul Pierce

If it’s playing get po-po for jokes, that smoke’s out the door

Real Canadian kush you can smell it through winter coats

Canada, eh? You from Canada, eh?

Inside this Canada goose ain’t nothing for me to say but

I’m gang six, Michael Jordan with his tongue out

Cards, but that’s how I come out

And this play off 13 buzz a beat then I run out

I sent them all to hell before you see that sun out

I had a dream, papi let me take a turn out

I sold a … and po-po put it there

A black man, afghan, drink the dream

With a trap that’s supreme, fucking scheme

What an end to a mean

Which means you should probably change the end to a scene

I see …walk deep ends and ravines

Creek without a paddle down the stream

This heart being clean

That dirty money like a civic go a long way

I make a travel, move a pimping, take the long way

Down that yellow brick road mamma told all that glitters ain’t gold

I crash land it, don’t never be the same

Sipping coke 45 like it’s champagne

I was broke, still breaking about when…

The right attire with the season the plans change

In the fire, a phoenix out of the flame

Avoiding enemy fire, I fire back at you lames

….flier than fliers, I fold ‘em like paper planes

Then fly them off the roof, off the tower with all their chains

Swag I see them but I can’t feel

‘Cause some relationships you can’t build

I’m on fire man, I can’t chill

Moving but they better see me at a stand still

That’s just the hater in you, it’s ok

More bottles of D rose, it’s gone that rose

Couple buckets of ice colder than cold blaze

Just another February slow day