The Anthem

Dead presidents ain't a worry
Pockets filled up I'm like a walking cemetery
Dead bones dropping all these bodies in a quarry
Throw it back to juice and then we kill em like we scary

Deep in the game submarine my cash flow
Lay down good shit that always helps the green grow
Water the product cultivate the landscape
While I harvest the great you harbor hate anchors late
I'm running the shore so clear the beach bitch
And when I reach quick it'll sink your whole ship
Your cargo hold is now on hold and I won't fold
Until the money folds by the boatload

Chasing dead presidents to the fucking top
They out to represent me ya
Chasing dead presidents to the fucking top
They out to represent me ya
K Brock Con and Mr Tantrum we about the ransom
Hands up to the anthem
It's K Brock Con and Mr Tantrum
Hands up to the anthem
Ya let's go

It's K Brock I got the flow like a waterfall
Don't let me find your baby mama mother fucking all of y'all
I'm crashing in the game while doing my thing in the back
There's a stack in my phone but I'm afraid to touch that
So now I smoke a blunt just to relax
I dibble and I dabble in the crumble and the wax
Now this in the cut I'm smoking got me falling on my ass
And now I'm looking on my phone and someone is asking for a sack yo
Huh I see it's confidence I'm fond of his shit
He dropping songs to rock the block while he be blocking these thoughts
Stack it up just like a Lego in the fire
Burning demons out until I'm looking up and see a halo yo

Chasing dead presidents to the fucking top
They out to represent me ya
Chasing dead presidents to the fucking top
They out to represent me ya
K Brock Con and Mr Tantrum we about the ransom
Hands up to the anthem
It's K Brock Con and Mr Tantrum
Hands up to the anthem
Ya let's go