Let Em Have It (Acapella) - CANON

You wanna talk, sis?

They say that I ain’t got it

He’s just a child with no 'grown man' status

They think I lost my mind, like I’m on a bad habit

But it’s cool because I bounce back like a jack rabbit

So imma let 'em have it, let 'em have it

Boy, imma let 'em have it, let 'em have it

They think I lost my mind, like I’m on a bad habit

But it’s cool because I bounce back like a jackrabbit

Boy, imma let 'em have it

Yeah, and I pray to God that y’all hear me

Lord please forgive me

I didn’t grow up, so I screwed up, so I never thought that he’d hear me

I been an adolescent no grown man, I used to walk around like I owned it

And I was stupid and foolish, getting nothing but the foolish children,

never give it to ‘em, boys and girls, ‘ey now listen up, ay!

I ain’t your average, check your math, you can’t subtract when you multiply

When the elders was passing they barely was rhyming they was just laughing

They ain’t gon' pass it up, so let’s back it up

When you passing boys and they actin up

I was thinking the brotha will never jack us up

Now bump that, and now rack it up!

No chainsaw with no blade, boy, don’t push me, I’m no Gameboy

Fatality to my sin, A-B-A-C-A-D-D, boy

I’m a leader now, so bump that, this is full of the feeling and I bust that

When they cut me, I’m gonna cut back, but I ain’t going back so you can trust

that

I’m gone, trust me, ‘bout to get ugly, they thought I was chilling and sleeping

that zone

Canon ain’t doing nothing, look at cousin, I’ve been grinding that home

Its true, I know that some ain’t even believe your homie

I’m like a pillow, I love it when people sleeping on me

I’m falling off like an acorn, Mom in ‘em church, like, «Pray for him»

Parsing the word and he stay going, trust me, quote me like a State Farm

Time kept going like tick-tock, Son of God giving like, huh, watch

I ban little ‘iggin an' I can’t stop, this ain’t make you jump, but its like

criss-cross

Say amen!(Amen!) Now I’m super, falling so fragrant

Been screwed up with no tools up, been tuned up, but still staying sin

Ain’t much chains to die for, keep pushing my limit like a fire, boy

Don’t tell me to turn it down boy, and my flesh ain’t quiet it loud, boy

And I dropped, lower, lower for His glory

They thought me screwing up my life when y’all it’d be my story

So ya, I sorry been a fool, a tool, I fall, this ain’t falling out because the

cross I lean on must’ve put me like

Blah!

Man, this ain’t no game

My brothas don’t live for bloody paper, put ‘em on that chain

I must’ve stone cold fall on this sucka, perform no less

We passing the Rock down to that block, go hard in the pain

You feel me ‘cause I’m not

I’m tired of critics all about my soul

But the Lord gon' hold me down, ‘cause my self-esteem won’t hold up

They thought I wouldn’t be nothing but the old Canon is gone, bruh

Cause this is not, this is not, this is not my home, bruh!