Anthony Kannon & Saint Kid - Note 2 Self

Shout out to everybody that doubted
Want me to lose, but I wouldn't allow it
Got to the venue and it's looking crowded
Homie just texted me, said he's the proudest
It's now or never; you can't get a hour
Eat me a rapper, you get devoured
Fuck what he heard! You know nothing bout power
You can't me look me in the eyes, you a coward
I wish you saw me when I was my lowest
Ready for action, my heart was the coldest
I want a million, I had to get focused
It took some time but I put it in motion
I needed help and your line wasn't open
I had to learn for myself, I had omens
You see the passion, and all the devotion
I'm international just like the postage
Liquor been treating my liver corrosive
Cracking the backwood, then I get to rolling
Roll up another, my nigga I'm smoking
Back in the day we would call the shit 'coping'
Fuck getting shot; was your heart ever broken?
You see her crying in tears that you soaked in
I be her peace, need Ibuprofen
Mark of the beast on a kid, yo I'm chosen
I hit the booth with another one
You not the one... you the runner up
What you gon' do when they running up
My niggas beasts, we run amuck
We finna ride, buckle up
We finna fight, knuckle up
He tried to act like I'm dumb, you ain't sonning us
I got the pack and then trapped till the sun was up
You are not fucking with me, that's hysterical
I brought the shovel, thats for the burial
Please do not rap around me, I'll embarrass you
Still be the best If I posted in Syracuse
There's not a rapper, that you can compare me to
Ice out ya chain and them niggas will stare at you
I got a stick like I'm hunting for caribou
This shit will ring! Its boutta marry you
Dad went to work, Mom was a fiend
I wrote a verse, followed my dreams
I don't do perks, fuck all the lean
You niggas ops, not on my team
What do I like ? Commas and green
I gotta hit, bobbing and weave
Ready for war, solid regime
I love my girl, I gotta queen
I let my thoughts just go on a track
You not his boy, you holding him back
Alpha... Controlling the pack
100 below, coldest in rap
Said I'ma catch, I know ima snack
PTSD.. Don't get attached
You are not hard.. both of them rats
Even 69 can go get a plaque
I hit the booth with another one
You not the one... you the runner up
What you gon' do when they running up
My niggas beasts, we run amuck
We finna ride, buckle up
We finna fight, knuckle up
He tried to act like I'm dumb, you ain't sonning us
I got the pack and then trapped till the sun was up
I can go back to the days-I was young, I was dumb.. but I still wasn't acting my age
The day I got clapped is a daze-If my grandfather knew...
He would probably roll back in his grave
I don't really have to complain, My life's been hard...
I'm good-I just rap to explain
Still masking the pain
Might have to pass on the fame
Shit get to eating you, from up inside of you
This ain't for everyone, I wouldn't lie to you
I cannot count on you, why would I hire you
We can't do business, if you unreliable
Half of the city just told me they proud of me
Don't have to lie to me-know I inspire you
I'm being real, without even trying to
Get to this level and it's undeniable

Written by:
Anthony Henry

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