Don Cook - 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 ba** 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**er up, lay it in the trunk Hit a bump so the blood gets gushing Wonder what the motherf**er 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**ing with my sh** 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 d** in the glove with the gun And we'll make another run up the strip What you want from the kid? Pistol on teeth, 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**h, you wanna whine 'bout water? Under 21, so you thinking Mike's Hard? Mine's harder Hit the f**ing lights, my God [Hook] But damn if I'm a rookie then the f** are you? I've been dancing 'round this p**y 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**ing 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 damned 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 pa**ed the basketball back to Jere - Might I ask you who the f**ing best is? Timid with the women but I win em with my lack of aggression, Wasn't laughing or messing, it's a pa**ion 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**ers 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**ers 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** 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**ing drive in the Corsica wit' vehicle trouble Jeopardizing what I am and that's the reason I f** with All of my black f**ing 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 d** ain't the plan More than my friends used to bump 'stead of studying? Hasn't all this pa**ed? It's a drag that I latch onto laughter And capture the past in my tracks that I rap to What you motherf**ers 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 a**hole 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 pa**ing me notes on I'd be happier to know nothing And that's open