The Anthem Lyrics

Uh,

Let's go

Tell them F.. That I need and I love my nigga

More money we gon' run this shit up my nigga

Here it go

They probably want many things but want none of me

I'm here just to motivate them thugs like 103, I got to be the one to see

Give them boys the blues rocking patchwork dungaree

Bet I send them back where they from you put them in-front of me

You niggas like a son to me

Kill all that lip then, you just ain't our cup of tea, you really just a wannabe

This for my dog selling food to get richer

Made a killing off plates and he ain't selling fish dinners

I'm trying to touch a mill off my fanbase

And never go back to how I was living, it was piss in the staircase

You hearing it from the boy, never mind all the hearsay

I'm MOB like, I get you niggas whacked off a handshake

And 'til you feel the Aura ain't seen shit

I still play the deuce, mixing Alize red with the Clic' Rich

That Huddy and E shit, and we gon' sturdy, some G shit

When we came with the wave, you was seasick nigga

F for the family that I need and I love my nigga

M more money, we gon' run this shit up my nigga

M for this music they gon' play out the whip

Tell them that we back and it's lit, that boy back on his shit my nigga

A, All the times that they counted us out my nigga

U, You ain't really what you say that you 'bout my nigga

R for respect we gon' get and we give

A, Them niggas better know what this is

Look I ain't got to say much, they know what's up though

I kept my head high knowing most of these niggas cut throat, It's up and it's stuck bro

Polly in the lower, I dine right off of Ludlow

This that Escobar white Dior tux flow

When it come to that word, I'm Donnie McClurkin

This how it look if put on for your side was a person

If I ain't the one then nigga Tommy was working

That's a joke like this bitch want me to buy her a Birkin

Like I ain't in my own bag, blow cash

Up in Cartier playing phone tag

Have them boys graffiti your block and get your toe tagged

Dressed in all black like Scream with the ghost mask

Hold up, I shine with the glowers, they honestly owe us

I call Cuz jump on a flizzy, vibe with the growers

We go up, don't tell me you real, you 'bout it then show us

I'm about to make the city mine but they knew cause they know us

F for the family that I need and I love my nigga

M more money, we gon' run this shit up my nigga

M for this music they gon' play out the whip

Tell them that we back and it's lit, that boy back on his shit my nigga

A, All the times that they counted us out my nigga

U, You ain't really what you say that you 'bout my nigga

R for respect we gon' get and we give

A, Them niggas better know what this is