Anthem

Yeah, yeah, huh

Tell em bitches you respect my name
We are not the same
Im your highness and Im calling game
Balling like its Dame
For the money lurking everyday
Working everyday
Real nigga show up with the fam
When its time to pay

Look at me, I'm the realest shit
And im with the shits
Got a fist
For a bitch nigga that gon get me pissed
Born and raised, back in my old days
Murking was the wave, nothings changed
Im in my own lane coming like a train

Are you done
Cos your ride outside you not finna stay
Is you dumb
Yvng P I don't play, I do what I say
By the way, AK where Im from
That be where I dey
With the bros look up you see goons
When I show the way

For the fun let him run away
Turn this to a hunt
we the dogs chase down on the block
Put him in a blunt
Light that shit
Hit him with a stick
Hit him with a stick
For what he did
It don't make no sense, It don't make no sense

Getting bricks
And they not from licks, chilling with the clique
In the mix, with the big homies doing all them gigs
All them gigs, posted on the block, doing all them flips
All them flips, tuck down on the glock, doing all them shits

I remember like a flashback, got lost in the street
Got to running like a hash back, pull down on the seat
Shit was something gotta backtrack, pull up with a heat
Got to jumping with that three step, fill up all the sheet

In the zone run up you see Die
Wish you would've known
Not alone, moving with my guys
Turn back to your home, with a tone
Makes you wonder why, Killa got the scope
With a robe, fishing out the spy, fuck up you get blown

Cos you know Im with the shits
Cos you know Im with the shits
Outside till its brick
Turn up shit get lit

Turn up shit get lit
Buddy got the drop and he say he bouta hit
Move into the spot cos you know he got the fit
Put him in a pot and then close it with a lid

Polo draws got my pants low
Hitting all theses shots like a free-throw
Getting all this money they don't know though
Yvng P doing all this shit with my big woes

I aint got no time, talking to these folks that we know aint got no shine
Im just here just to get my hands on what I think is mine
Fuck up you get hit if you try to cross a sign

Drawing lines like a crosswalk
Ice on my neck call it big rock
I got people stressing with that big talk
You running outta time homie tick tock

Tick tock we gon make the stick talk
Hit him with that bitch slap
If he try to boss up we gon get to tossing no cap
We gon get that big guack, pulling out them big stacks
When its time for balling we don't do no stalling
Uh

Drawing lines like a crosswalk
Ice on my neck call it big rock
I got people stressing with that big talk
You running outta time homie tick tock
Turn up