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Canned Food Video (MV)




Performed By: Wunda
Length: 3:16
Written by: Sean Stanley




Wunda - Canned Food Lyrics
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I bet on myself and I took a chance
They told me to make it I need a dance move
No Diddy but I been chasing the bands
Cuz I ain't going back to canned food
Everyone wanna be jelly fam
But what happens when they jam you
They fed up with us for taking a stance
But I ain't going back to canned food
You gotta understand I ain't going back
I tell myself everyday, so you know it's facts
I made it to the top branch and started giving back
They wanna chop me down but I hid the axe
I be with the action, miss me words B
They been losing traction, we gripping up early
Keep the same reaction, remember when they curved me
Used to be worthless, fought til I was worthy
They always got problems, never a solution
Always got they hand out never contributions
They couldn't get the bag even if they was chips
Real niggaz never brag, life got alotta twists
I done took alotta risks
I ain't into arts and crafts but I glittered up the wrist
When you see me make a wish
Used to eat from my dish, how quickly they forget
Feel me
I bet on myself and I took a chance
They told me to make it I need a dance move
No Diddy but I been chasing the bands
Cuz I ain't going back to canned food
Everyone wanna be jelly fam
But what happens when they jam you
They fed up with us for taking a stance
But I ain't going back to canned food
I remember faces, when I had my ends low
Now that I'm popping shorty took me out the friend zone
Now it's fake faces when I'm in the end zone
They cancelled the reunion they try'na keep my Winslow
Used to dream looking out the window
Now I'm drunk texting in a Benzo
They said I'd never reach my full potential
Their opinions didn't match credentials
I hope the real ones wait for me
If I fall off I hope you got a plate for me
I know God got a date for me
Until then I hope my niggaz pray for me
I hope the real ones wait for me
If I fall off I hope you got a plate for me
I know God got a date for me
Until then I hope my niggaz pray for me
I bet on myself and I took a chance
They told me to make it I need a dance move
No Diddy but I been chasing the bands
Cuz I ain't going back to canned food
Everyone wanna be jelly fam
But what happens when they jam you
They fed up with us for taking a stance
But I ain't going back to canned food
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I bet on myself and I took a chance
They told me to make it I need a dance move
No Diddy but I been chasing the bands
Cuz I ain't going back to canned food
Everyone wanna be jelly fam
But what happens when they jam you
They fed up with us for taking a stance
But I ain't going back to canned food
You gotta understand I ain't going back
I tell myself everyday, so you know it's facts
I made it to the top branch and started giving back
They wanna chop me down but I hid the axe
I be with the action, miss me words B
They been losing traction, we gripping up early
Keep the same reaction, remember when they curved me
Used to be worthless, fought til I was worthy
They always got problems, never a solution
Always got they hand out never contributions
They couldn't get the bag even if they was chips
Real niggaz never brag, life got alotta twists
I done took alotta risks
I ain't into arts and crafts but I glittered up the wrist
When you see me make a wish
Used to eat from my dish, how quickly they forget
Feel me
I bet on myself and I took a chance
They told me to make it I need a dance move
No Diddy but I been chasing the bands
Cuz I ain't going back to canned food
Everyone wanna be jelly fam
But what happens when they jam you
They fed up with us for taking a stance
But I ain't going back to canned food
I remember faces, when I had my ends low
Now that I'm popping shorty took me out the friend zone
Now it's fake faces when I'm in the end zone
They cancelled the reunion they try'na keep my Winslow
Used to dream looking out the window
Now I'm drunk texting in a Benzo
They said I'd never reach my full potential
Their opinions didn't match credentials
I hope the real ones wait for me
If I fall off I hope you got a plate for me
I know God got a date for me
Until then I hope my niggaz pray for me
I hope the real ones wait for me
If I fall off I hope you got a plate for me
I know God got a date for me
Until then I hope my niggaz pray for me
I bet on myself and I took a chance
They told me to make it I need a dance move
No Diddy but I been chasing the bands
Cuz I ain't going back to canned food
Everyone wanna be jelly fam
But what happens when they jam you
They fed up with us for taking a stance
But I ain't going back to canned food
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Writer: Sean Stanley
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