Anthony Kannon & Saint Kid - Bobblehead

From the most humble beginnings
I been doing nothing but winning, what a wonderful feeling
Thought that you was part of the team... whole time you was one of the villains
Really cant escape from that
Chilling on Cayuga street, god please take me back
I was only 12 bro, really tryna play the trap
AAU basketball, big cousin shaving crack
Used to it, can’t react
Grew up in a hell hole, had to let my self grow
Couldn’t get the shell toes, rocking Pay-Less soles
Know the ones, with no shoe strings-just the velcro
Now I do the marathon, how long the wealth goes
Plant bunch of seeds, I’m the thorn on Melrose
Came too far to worry 'bout someone else goals
Made mine, shout out to my fam doing state time
Vibe like the rhythm on the bass line
Pull up to his crib wearing grape 5’s
Stomp niggas out 'till I make wine
They gon have to call this a hate crime
Let’s toast to the year
Took control of my career, so we give me roses while I’m here
Gave my heart, and that’s more than they asked for
SWAT team at my crib... whole task force
Lot of pain in my head, what I rap for?
Got the crowd looking like bobble heads on the dashboard
This ones for the kids that they counted out
Made something out of nothing, that’s without a doubt
They impressed by my life... one hell of a story
Now every shot that we take is celebratory

Written by:
Anthony Henry

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