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don cook (rapper) - anthem lyrics

[verse 1]
it all started with a plan
cause your man can’t picture sitting out in the stands
with my hand holding out like a fan
and be chanting what the man be spitting on stage
i’mma take the ram outta’ page
and imagine i’m in another rap that i’ve written all day, boy
on the track with a b-ss that be grabbing a gat from your lap and it point it right back at your face
getting trapped in a maze
take a stab at your brain, make a chunk
break the f-cker up, lay it in the trunk
hit a bump so the blood gets gushing
wonder what the motherf-cker did to get covered in it?
wonder why i never set up what i wanna see
mama getting set free from her struggle
shouldn’t have to worry bout her son starting trouble
cause i’m stuck inside a bubble and it’s rough
when your brothers looking buff
and the other one always looking up to you
so i tough it out, love isn’t enough
never thug but the plug straight f-cking with my sh-t
holding up a liquor store with a wick
put the bic to the end like i’m begging for a hit from the blunt, get a puff, put the drugs in the glove with the gun
and we’ll make another run up the strip
what you want from the kid?
pistol on t–th, got a dream that i’ll reach into the sky
with my eyes in my hands and the sight’s fantastic
blood is red-bright like traffic
time for the ride, might last you a while
bible, it says something ’bout red wine outta’ water
b-tch, you wanna whine ’bout water?
under 21, so you thinking mike’s hard? mine’s harder
hit the f-cking lights, my god

[hook]
but d-mn if i’m a rookie then the f-ck are you?
i’ve been dancing ’round this p-ssy like it’s nothing new
ladies hands inside my hoodie, got their numbers, ooh
and now they fantasize they coochies on my tongue and whew
i got ’em glancing at your man like they be f-cking dude
i tried my hands with all these damsels, but i’m stuck with you

[verse 2]
drive through the city in a red minivan like kendrick
kid wasn’t good with the wrenches, never had a benz
but the kids always dreamt of the rims
that could spin on the whip with the mad suspension
i don’t wanna rap like kendrick
when i’m on map, i’ll be d-mned if i’m half re-gretting
how i did it from the minute that i grabbed your attention, i’mma take ’em back to detention
back to saginaw where i p-ssed the basketball back to jere – might i ask you who the f-cking best is?
timid with the women but i win em with my lack of aggression, wasn’t laughing or messing, it’s a p-ssion to
resonate with people that i never really meet
and when i see ’em up in person, they be asking ’bout a beat, like let me see behind a song that you’ve been working on for weeks and then it leads into a constant depression
and my mom is a lesson ’bout the stress i’ve kept in
that’s the bridge i’m stepping on
can’t you motherf-ckers ever see
that i’m grieving that my friend is gone?
cause he’s supposed to be here, not in heaven already
then he left his little lady and isaiah told me
that he owe it dre to watch over the baby
and then we laid the dozen roses standing over the grave
i’m going insane cause it’s annoying what i normally think
got no control over the moment, i told you motherf-ckers
i’d be going overboard with no rope to hold onto
throne with a mogul that was known as a god too
i’m alone as a poet cause there’s no one to rhyme through
i swear, opening my eyes
i’ve been tripping over sh-t that y’all be causing
but the problem isn’t always so clear
only thing that i’ve been spitting’s not a care given
i’m spitting rhymes, y’all spitting out prayer

[hook]

[verse 3]
don’t think you really understand how real this is getting
it’s been a minute since i stepped inside a booth and just spit it
you wonder why i’m committed when i sit with a pencil
the different vibe is a missle when i hit on the symbol
i womenize, i’m a rapper, that’s just being 100
i f-cking drive in the corsica wit’ vehicle trouble
jeopardizing what i am and that’s the reason i f-ck with
all of my black f-cking friends and you judging me
understand that i love
every one of my brothers that come inside my crib
and always care to say what’s up to the fam
why’s it the plug keeps in touch when the drugs ain’t the plan
more than my friends used to bump ‘stead of studying?
hasn’t all this p-ssed? it’s a drag that i latch onto laughter
and capture the past in my tracks that i rap to
what you motherf-ckers scared i’ll attack you?
this is actually practice
i’ll run up in your home with a bat and a loaded .45
with the orange, plastic tip so you thinking it’s a practical joke, but it’s tactical, don’t act surprised when i blast in your throat, how was that for a choke?
i’m an -ssh0l- to most that you ask in the hopes
that i’m actually joking in my raps as a rope
that i can grab when i don’t wanna answer you hoes
this is happening
like a suicide note that you have to approach
i’ll be covered in some red color after the blow
i’m unnatural so it’s gon’ be nationally known
that my rap’s ’bout as open as a my dad’s envelopes
being that they’re either trash or they’re either closed
i’ll be trashed like the paper that you’re p-ssing me notes on
i’d be happier to know nothing

and that’s open

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