Anthem For The Gees

For the real ones

Fed 'em what I kick until it fell thru
Wet as hell wit' all this drip startin' to mildew
You got a powerful message only you can deliver it
Even Amazon got they own mail crew
And who gon' stop you?
You can take it as far as you wanna take it
To the stars past the rooftop
When I was broke-boy I had at least two jobs
Now I got real racks I don't need a boob job

Captain of yo' fate time to cruise out
Like how the fuck they let you cook without a food job?
Like how they fuck they thinkin' they could walk up a mile
Up in ya shoes?
Dawg them bitches couldn't do it in ya tube socks
Got the game screwed up need a toolbox
Nigga so tired of the game they breakin' dualshocks
The way they dread it make me wanna get some new locks
Aw man shoot

Bailed my partna out the feds kept it p for all the troops
Buddy fresh up out the can we just call him Campbell Soup
And he went and bought a crib 'cross the street from my roof
Only two houses 'round this bitch look like Nuketown on B02
They said they want the truth but why they act like I'm on mute?
Don't be makin' no escuse even Horton heard a who
Solid to the roots feelin' like that nigga Groot
Told 'em they can call my bluff the day Fat Albert eat some fruit

I got homies so damn gutta they finesse you in a suit
Once a lion in the jungle still a lion in the zoo
Know you heard the story 'bout the man friend who went aloof
He thought he had a homie now he assed out like glutes
Don't go sharin' all yo moves keep it to you
That's the simplest task
Spillin' all the tea I guess we'll take the coffee at last
Got the power and you see it all over my face
I'm 'bout to pass it to my kid like the Son of The Mask

They done fucked up now you see
Oh I know
And you know
Shootin' for the stars I see
As far as you can go
You go

Fed 'em what I kick until it fell thru
Wet as hell wit' all this drip startin' to mildew
You got a powerful message only you can deliver it
Even Amazon got they own mail crew
And who gon' stop you?
You can take it as far as you wanna take it
To the stars past the rooftop
When I was broke-boy I had at least two jobs
Now I got real racks I don't need a boob job