Dub Aura - The Anthem

Uh,
Let's go
Tell them F.. That I need and I love my nigga
More money we gon' run this shit up my nigga
Here it go
They probably want many things but want none of me
I'm here just to motivate them thugs like 103, I got to be the one to see
Give them boys the blues rocking patchwork dungaree
Bet I send them back where they from you put them in-front of me
You niggas like a son to me
Kill all that lip then, you just ain't our cup of tea, you really just a wannabe
This for my dog selling food to get richer
Made a killing off plates and he ain't selling fish dinners
I'm trying to touch a mill off my fanbase
And never go back to how I was living, it was piss in the staircase
You hearing it from the boy, never mind all the hearsay
I'm MOB like, I get you niggas whacked off a handshake
And 'til you feel the Aura ain't seen shit
I still play the deuce, mixing Alize red with the Clic' Rich
That Huddy and E shit, and we gon' sturdy, some G shit
When we came with the wave, you was seasick nigga
F for the family that I need and I love my nigga
M more money, we gon' run this shit up my nigga
M for this music they gon' play out the whip
Tell them that we back and it's lit, that boy back on his shit my nigga
A, All the times that they counted us out my nigga
U, You ain't really what you say that you 'bout my nigga
R for respect we gon' get and we give
A, Them niggas better know what this is
Look I ain't got to say much, they know what's up though
I kept my head high knowing most of these niggas cut throat, It's up and it's stuck bro
Polly in the lower, I dine right off of Ludlow
This that Escobar white Dior tux flow
When it come to that word, I'm Donnie McClurkin
This how it look if put on for your side was a person
If I ain't the one then nigga Tommy was working
That's a joke like this bitch want me to buy her a Birkin
Like I ain't in my own bag, blow cash
Up in Cartier playing phone tag
Have them boys graffiti your block and get your toe tagged
Dressed in all black like Scream with the ghost mask
Hold up, I shine with the glowers, they honestly owe us
I call Cuz jump on a flizzy, vibe with the growers
We go up, don't tell me you real, you 'bout it then show us
I'm about to make the city mine but they knew cause they know us
F for the family that I need and I love my nigga
M more money, we gon' run this shit up my nigga
M for this music they gon' play out the whip
Tell them that we back and it's lit, that boy back on his shit my nigga
A, All the times that they counted us out my nigga
U, You ain't really what you say that you 'bout my nigga
R for respect we gon' get and we give
A, Them niggas better know what this is

Written by:
Donnell Villanueva

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