Myke Bogan – The Anthem

Look, if the players be the winners who the losers?
Wait thats us
The cats who don’t really fit in lapped up in a pack truck
Work break making o’s out of joint smoke
Playin round with them crutches is bad luck
And the papers ain’t shit without em
Like turkey and juice in a packed lunch
Shit
Comin’ straight from the town where the weed ain’t brown man I guess you could call me a tree hugger
Posted up at the school like Stan but I surely could get you some packs that don’t need sugar
Just chillin’ with the crew n shit, so I’m prolly with your bullshit
Playin’ round with the kiddy blowing skunk like Pepe Le Pew n shit

This shit ’bout to me major
Iont need me no favors
Might as well call me spidey
Cause I’m all on that web now
Plus I write for that paper
I said you bringin’ through papers
I prefer me some Vegas
Or gas mask I’m Darth Vader
Proof I’m killin’ this beat now
These perks fresh I like Jada
Fuckin with them niggas who be blowin hella visions
So you know we got bud
So now all these bitches wanna kick it
Bring some Swishers ~~~~
And then we got them oils n them dabs tenants never wanna take it that far
Cause they hit the stick and just crash like we all just doin’ hella laps in dads car
Shit
And the bitches that ride me be so thick
Cause their face be on point like a blowfish
Steady rollin their eyes while they rolls spliffs
They was rollin they eyes while I wrote this
But oh shit when you come through
If your friends cool
And that sunbeam
From your sunroof
Bring some Swishers or bitches to work through
If I’m right they should both come in bundles
Just come through

When you come through, bring a blunt through
When you come through, bring a blunt through
When you come through, bring a blunt through
When you come through, bring a blunt through

If the players be the winners who the losers?
Wait that’s us
All I need is the bottle where the brown blowin’ loud like a packed bus
Yawn slips til the bong hits hit you like a mack truck
No pimpin on my mac bruh
I told her come through relax sweatpants hairtye put the Mac up
Lame niggas make me crack up
They call for hoes, call for backup
All these hatin’ ass niggas never really been a factor
We ain’t never cared that much
A group of girls so thick and they face on point like a cactus
Takin’ shots like the ghetto
I’m from the city where they even show really good haters showin mad love

I’m hungover but I’m sober
And I’m really tryna chief
You just called me and I called ya back
And you said you tryna sleep
But when you come to,
if you lungs cool, you should come through
Bring a blunt through and your homegirls for my homeboys
Then we can chill
I got a sack on my lap and it’s there for you
I pay you back for the rap, that ain’t fair to do
So sit back and relax, grab a chair or two
And get higher than a hot air balloon
We’ll share a few cause you smokin’ with losers that’s sore
I’m high, don’t feel like you’re gettin ignored
We chillin’ we feelin’ we trippin’ we tippin’ we sippin’ this mono palore
So uhhh

When you come through, bring a blunt through
When you come through, bring a blunt through
When you come through, bring a blunt through
When you come through, bring a blunt through

Thanks to bre for correcting these lyrics.

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