Yep, That boy young Canon Don't act like you don't know that
Been up on that same ole' I been all up through your city And all really wanna know is "Where's Crae' tho?" That background, that's my j-o Homie that work that I work is Romans 1: 16 I've been in it from beginning Been following nothing but the model given in the scriptures It ain't nothin' that I'll rather do but then keep the 116 in the mission If you heard it all before then get ready get another from a brother tr-trippin Tryin' act like we for the glitz and glam Got em' lookin like,"Hey, I can't believe they Christians."
You see that 116 tat, that STL snapback Fatigues, they gray and black I'm headed to a city where they say them boys get gritty I ain't comin' by myself, you know I got some soldiers with me Single filed, we fall up off that tour bus And we would still be the same if it's only two of us They say we lookin' like a gang Like we came to shoot it up Yeah, we probably look the same You know I'm all in for my team We ganged up, no gang signs This Full Ride, we turnt up And we headed to yo' city There's soldiers ridin' wit' me from NY to Mississippi
You already know my crew and what we on The logo ain't no joke tho Boy, it's tatted on my soul Screamin' 116, you see these folks out of control My faith all in yo' face, ain't no fakin in these songs Meet me on the block, stop signs on the corner Tryin' to blow me off while they blowin' marijuana Pop-pop, now he's a goner Would you rather listen to the homie But you got to know about The Rock tho Who rocks souls and apostles And rocks shows with The Gospel Homie you know how we doin'
This ain't bout no music bruh' Cuz' real recognize faith And you can get a tat of 116 on the back But we don't do this for no show kinfolk we live that