ANTHEM Lyrics

They don't wanna play no more

Yeah this chess game not as fun

When them shawties at the door

Ain't gotta believe me

Check the Bodies on the floor

I'm sorry but them niggas ain't around no more

This the GOD

It's the GOD

From the 303

Yeah

GOD From the 303

I said the

GOD From the 303

It's the

GOD From the 303

Yeah

GOD shutting down the party ho

I don't ask for favors I just go and get my pot of gold

Mary go around and fuck some dealers for some rock and coke

She was a lil collage girl Now she looking for her role

Sent her down to study

Ain't no worries for her mommy

That's the one thing that she taught me

You can't trust these hoes I promise huh

Now she got no money for tuition it gets funny

When the collage life ain't switching up

The streets is where she's wanted

Serving on the corner Fuck her dreams of being a lawyer

Rather give her brain to the streets instead of being a scholar

Now her mother sobbing it gets tragic

She scared Mary getting trafficked

But It's almost worse than that

Mary smoking out a glass dick

Heart made out of plastic Career in the past tense

Used to be on track but now she ain't shit but a crackhead

What the fuck do you got if it ain't money?

Never been lacking I peep at em funny

My rising been up in the air so fuck all flame in me I stay rising above me

Evolving my shit you spending your life revolving your bitch If

I have a vision I follow my paths it happens real quick

Stay in your lane no need to switch

Go 1 on 1 I don't need no pick

Hoes acting dumb? I smack up a bitch

Smack my bitch up! Take a picture!

Kicking these beats like Dilla he off da Fent

I'm surrounded by zombies like Thrilla

I can't hold shorty down if she vanilla I gotta be world wide like pit bull posted up in the villa

They don't wanna play no more

Yeah this chess game not as fun

When them shawties at the door

Ain't gotta believe me

Check the Bodies on the floor

I'm sorry but them niggas ain't around no more

This the GOD

It's the GOD

From the 303

Yeah

GOD From the 303

I said the

GOD From the 303

It's the

GOD From the 303

Yeah

G O D out 303 and we came in with keys

All em got one try sum pop sum we aboutta see

All my dawgs don't do the barkin only bitin clenching teeth so

Now we locked in ain't no option to the top then with the team

I don't really see no losses all I really see is up

Even though the road get rocky I don't really give a fuck

I know all my dogs that got me cause we drug it through the mud

When I say there ain't no stopping hoping you don't test your luck

GOD up in yo head phones GOD up out the trunk

GOD on instrumentals Steve and Leo just cooked up

GOD up in yo head phones GOD up out the trunk

GOD got all them spittas get yo nose to curl up

With some real steady shooters ain't no silence on these guns

The noise we boutta make gon have the world shookin up

You don't see what we been doin you gon have to just catch up

Cause the movement keep it pushin gotta get up get it done

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