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  • 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.