Anemic
You bet on me to fail
But you out of luck
You was talking down but I'm still going up
You hated on me and I can't believe it
Thought I went cold I'm not Anemic
Ball on any Sunday like Willie Beamon
Kicking down the door and let my team in
One win took a thousand losses
Sleeping on the floor made me nauseous
House full of felony charges
Now look around you can't tell who the boss is
And you gotta be a bad bitch to get with me
She got them braids like AI I call her number 3
I seen a lot of friends turn enemies
And they was hating on me from the jump
Hit em with that Kirk Franklin stomp
If you play about my family or money
I go OD like a junkie
Cause I remember times when I aint have shit
Sleeping on the floor cause I couldn't get no air mattress
Tryna make this music move we was tryna get active
Cause we knew if we stayed down something would happen
You bet on me to fail
But you out of luck
You was talking down but I'm still going up
You hated on me and I can't believe it
Thought I went cold I'm not Anemic
Ball on any Sunday like Willie Beamon
Kicking down the door and let my team in
But you out of luck
You was talking down but I'm still going up
You hated on me and I can't believe it
Thought I went cold I'm not Anemic
Ball on any Sunday like Willie Beamon
Kicking down the door and let my team in
One win took a thousand losses
Sleeping on the floor made me nauseous
House full of felony charges
Now look around you can't tell who the boss is
And you gotta be a bad bitch to get with me
She got them braids like AI I call her number 3
I seen a lot of friends turn enemies
And they was hating on me from the jump
Hit em with that Kirk Franklin stomp
If you play about my family or money
I go OD like a junkie
Cause I remember times when I aint have shit
Sleeping on the floor cause I couldn't get no air mattress
Tryna make this music move we was tryna get active
Cause we knew if we stayed down something would happen
You bet on me to fail
But you out of luck
You was talking down but I'm still going up
You hated on me and I can't believe it
Thought I went cold I'm not Anemic
Ball on any Sunday like Willie Beamon
Kicking down the door and let my team in
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Writer(s): Marcus Williams
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