ANTHEM PT.II [Bonus Track]

[J. Dilla] Who is it? McNasty and niggas from the block to the bar For the rimmy on the rocks D-I we V-I-P, straight to the back B-I-T, C-I-G, shake for the stacks I place with the kick with the case to the black One straight to the face with an ace to the jack Let it pass 'round to my mans and them we drink up Chinked up off gans and Rémy, UH! Get the hand, get the gin, get the crisp served Get the pen, get the yens, get the picture One to the two, gun to the shoot Cake boys in the club with funds through the roof We got chips and clips with the grips Sick with the whips, with the flip, with the fifh Uh, what did Tip say sub ups sub ups Alright, alright, gimmie the hook, the hook [Alex Domino] Its the jaded faded Hooligan Wasted Skipping school again Posted up with that tool again Consuming hallucinogens Chase ot with some juice and gin Gallons of goose in the crib Make her pussy loose again Lit as fuck just how we live (Yea) we Living // no fucks giving In the crib chillin just me and my villians Plotting on millions flip it into billions Tryna make a killing Stack it to the ceiling To live or die exist or survive Give up or try spend ya whole life wondering why Risk it all Roll the die Don't conform or comply Even if you may die Its always better to try [Jesus H. Macy] Been to high to see the lows Too low to the highs The blood sweat and Fear Tears that weve both cried Over the many years And under this blue sky Contemplating the meaning the reason why we're alive I- Yo This that History in the making Dreams baking like a raisin in that son Single mama raised this son Now I'm outshining these stars Taking Vacations on mars Jay always Always raising the bar Never pause I push further I go harder A born scholar The young author No college and no father (Fuck em ) Te Jay Architect of this shit Rookie but he spitting like a vet in this bitch Ain't messing with this Was destined for this No questioning this Yall destined to quit No pressing the kid Get it how it live Know Getting fetti stacking the quid You in the gutter i stay striking the pins