The Fan Anthem Lyrics

Five days in, peep me checkin' my streams

Bumpin' in a dozen states, I got a thou of dem thangs

All the real niggas share it, must be destined for fame

And real or not them bitches too, just cause they lovin' my name

Gee Though, pick up the mic and lay it down like it's Frito

Easy, bend your knees, follow through free throw

Ain't tryna be a bully, but I'm Jordan with the ego nigga trophies, know I'ma bring it back just like a repo

Yeah, back to back like a sequel Views you never get when you peepin' through the peephole Ain't no knock on the hood, yo

But you cannot see past the block if you never look out the window

I respect your perspective, a different vision just learn to love from a distance like

Hov did Siegel

Let's call a spade a spade, I lost my dog the 18th of May, damn I miss you

Now every verse and every song Like a page out my journal, I just let y'all read along

Not a matter of right or wrong

I'm never pleadin' my case, just venting when rap on

If ever they choosin' a side, decide for them

Cause don't nobody play both sides with good form

You defendin' or shootin', LeBron or you Bruce Bowen

My son ain't makin' STEELE, I'm coachin' like POP for em

Rightfully so, here go the G-code

Really with that shit that I spit, now that's the cheat code

Standin' on the shit that I built, now that's the eagle

Super nigga, no cape, I am not your typical negro

Throw me in the water, I swim like them blue people

Biggup the Carters, tryin' to get larger than blue people

It's hard as fuck to trust, cause people screw people

But I know the path would be more direct if I knew people

Aye, STEELE I got it on my own, fuck street cred I never got it on a loan

The people say they feel me, guess I'm spittin' that Patron no wait

The People say they smell me, guess I'm spittin' that cologne

Heavily concentrated, all I do is dab it on and grip the mic

like it's what the fuck my life depend on

In the STU with this bag on

So this cloth on my chest, not a speck of lint on

Blessed, ironic how things change

The nigga moved around, but my mind state was the same

Up and down 95, I just stayed in my own lane

I used to credit luck, but grace took me out the game

So every verse is like me givin' my thanks

To the universe for not bookin' a hearse for a change

Or puttin' another nigga in the dirt for them days

I tell my story, they all rappin' the same

You know the name, Gee though