Hey, Coach, I think I'm ready
The wait is over (Cannon, Cannon)
It's about time I suit up
And get ready for business (th-th-the Cannon)
See It's been a minute since season one (the Cannon)
So we hard to gear up for season two
Only difference is...the army got stronger
Slept on me trying to eat with vultures
Ya'll look frail, lemme feed the culture
Can't get full off the lead and coke, huh?
Still sober? Y'all OD, follow me
Where the Reign follow me
(King!) ya'll know the (King!)
You ain't really on the thrown, boy you in a dream.
Wake up, wake up, ya'll don't want it
Down to The Wire, put Marlo on it
And es el chico malo, homey
And if I'm scared, I guess I don't know it
Still right where the heat at
And where I'm not supposed to be
And I spit that, sit back
'Fore the sky crack and the Lord gets back
Or somebody want some hit back
And they click-clack, they be bent back
Never left but I been back
And I don't rap Gospel, I live that
But I'm nothin' but a gimmick
Skip a co-sign shout out to the homey Kendrick
And all I hear is crickets
When I run into the critics
(Oh well) it sure tells me a lot
When they tell me to rock
Keep my eyebrows raised smell what I'm cookin'?
But they ask for the truth
They like "how you do dat dair?"
Sounds kinda nice, boy "who dat dair?"
Is everything real, good, true and fair?
But you prob'ly wouldn't listen
There's nothing you could do or say to me
To knock me off my square
The number one co-signer Don Cannon
Creepin' out the lions' den
Is a little training camp
And the attributes go right back up
Right, left, right, jab is a check
One-hundred wins and no losses
I think that sound about right