Singerboy - The Anthem (Ron Artest)

I got the keys to my city
You better say if you with me
Whip around in the Infini'
Shoutout my boys sitting pretty
I'm gonna right all my wrongs so speak up if you got a problem
I'm gonna write up a song, The Anthem I'm speaking for all them

They call me "a fake and a fraud", but they the ones seeming real odd
They claiming themselves they a "god", they don't bare a staff or a rod
I got to get this shit off of my chest, none of the fame I am next
Count up the bills and the checks, but all that she wanted was sex
They call me "a fake and a fraud", but they the ones seeming real odd
They claiming themselves they a "god", they don't bare a staff or a rod
I got to get this shit off of my chest, none of the fame I am next
Count up the bills and the checks, but all that she wanted was sex

I had to get shit off my chest, running 2-3's it's a press
All of my diamonds they baguettes, whippin' that bitch in a Corvette
Uh uh I never stress, Uh uh I never left
Calling me up I'm upset, when I'm mad I'm at my best

I got the keys to my city
You better say if you with me
Whip around in the Infini'
Shoutout my boys sitting pretty
I'm gonna right all my wrongs so speak up if you got a problem
I'm gonna write up a song, The Anthem I'm speaking for all them

They call me "a fake and a fraud", but they the ones seeming real odd
They claiming themselves they a "god", they don't bare a staff or a rod
I got to get this shit off of my chest, none of the fame I am next
Count up the bills and the checks, but all that she wanted was sex

(Count up the bills and the checks)

Written by:
Will Hanson

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