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Anarchy
by Stunnaboi$ammy
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Anarchy
Nigga's ain't telling me shit
I gotta stay wit a clip like yuh
Enemies all out to get me just cuz I got M's boy you sick
You ain't my dawg sick em like Micheal Vick
M&Ms in my bank Mike Amiri the fit
Smoking Oreo Cookies cash cow wit the milk
No ID face card good when I'm up in the VIP
Real always recognize real
I'm popping seals tryna drown out my pain still
I'm in the field wit a steel
Glock like a fishing rod it's finna reel me a meal
Get the bag I won't tumble I'm not jack & jill
Thru it all I stay humble I came from a pit
Apartment buildings to a house on the hills
EBT turnt to infinite eats at the crib
We Anarchy lit
Built from the ground up you can't tell me shit
Straight from the pound wit my dogs off the rip
Went from rags to racks I got some knots that can't fit
Amiri my denims whole gang up at fifth's
Ain't no average joe ima breadwinner bitch
Since a jit I been different no regular kid
Tryna get my bread right, I made some flips
Niggas envy big pipe, glued on my hip
I keep a cross so no evil can win
If a nigga try crossing I'm committing sins
Body catchers gon' find yo ass up in a pit
Left no evidence smooth like butter wit my timbs
It was hard in the streets out here for a lil pimp
Got them legs all up on me I don't fuck wit the limbs
I was running the block wit my apes & my chimps
We was balling all day clutching hanging off rims
It's so crazy you survive the jungle make it big
Now you the main attraction theres a target off rip
They just want see you dead level up go legit
Gotta keep my head on ain't no lacking and shit
Got keep my fam back from trapping and shit
Build up a raft case a storm finna hit
Best believe we don't miss five is live finna swish
We all eat we all sink we all driving the ship
Anarchy
Nigga's ain't telling me shit
I gotta stay wit a clip like yuh
Enemies all out to get me just cuz I got M's boy you sick
You ain't my dawg sick em like Micheal Vick
M&Ms in my bank Mike Amiri the fit
Smoking Oreo Cookies cash cow wit the milk
No ID face card good when I'm up in the VIP
Real always recognize real
I'm popping seals tryna drown out my pain still
I'm in the field wit a steel
Glock like a fishing rod it's finna reel me a meal
Get the bag I won't tumble I'm not jack & jill
Thru it all I stay humble I came from a pit
Apartment buildings to a house on the hills
EBT turnt to infinite eats at the crib
We Anarchy lit
Wake up I'm smelling the roses
Feeling the sun while I'm smoking on flowers
Got my man's in Amsterdam he supply's me wit potent
Kick him some bands different flavors stay loaded
Lotus I'm rolling flipping lettuce to be noticed
I go outside I get paid this that lifestyle
All of my life I been out being wild wild
I fucked around almost been me a juvenile
Ran wit the wrong crowd Harper hurricane mile
Been thru the storm it was pouring hurricane style
Everywhere that I went in return it was hostile
Reinvented myself I came up it was worthwhile
Cut every string that was weak in my square mile
Radius, Nigga's hating it
Want me to sit so you can stand, craziness
Cut off all of my friends, various
Laughed behind my back now you the punchline, hilarious
All of my youngin's got sticks drum line airing shit
Slide up inna Panorama panoramic picturing
Drive by wit clips shooting movies no premiering
I whip the jag at a red light I veer it
Ain't tryna be a casualty or near it
Try me might buck your teeth leave you veneering
I get them bucks check em off Visine clear em
Anarchy
Nigga's ain't telling me shit
I gotta stay wit a clip like yuh
Enemies all out to get me just cuz I got M's boy you sick
You ain't my dawg sick em like Micheal Vick
M&Ms in my bank Mike Amiri the fit
Smoking Oreo Cookies cash cow wit the milk
No ID face card good when I'm up in the VIP
Real always recognize real
I'm popping seals tryna drown out my pain still
I'm in the field wit a steel
Glock like a fishing rod it's finna reel me a meal
Get the bag I won't tumble I'm not jack & jill
Thru it all I stay humble I came from a pit
Apartment buildings to a house on the hills
EBT turnt to infinite eats at the crib
We Anarchy lit
Anarchy
Nigga's ain't telling me shit
I gotta stay wit a clip like yuh
Enemies all out to get me just cuz I got M's boy you sick
You ain't my dawg sick em like Micheal Vick
M&Ms in my bank Mike Amiri the fit
Smoking Oreo Cookies cash cow wit the milk
No ID face card good when I'm up in the VIP
Real always recognize real
I'm popping seals tryna drown out my pain still
I'm in the field wit a steel
Glock like a fishing rod it's finna reel me a meal
Get the bag I won't tumble I'm not jack & jill
Thru it all I stay humble I came from a pit
Apartment buildings to a house on the hills
EBT turnt to infinite eats at the crib
We Anarchy lit
Built from the ground up you can't tell me shit
Straight from the pound wit my dogs off the rip
Went from rags to racks I got some knots that can't fit
Amiri my denims whole gang up at fifth's
Ain't no average joe ima breadwinner bitch
Since a jit I been different no regular kid
Tryna get my bread right, I made some flips
Niggas envy big pipe, glued on my hip
I keep a cross so no evil can win
If a nigga try crossing I'm committing sins
Body catchers gon' find yo ass up in a pit
Left no evidence smooth like butter wit my timbs
It was hard in the streets out here for a lil pimp
Got them legs all up on me I don't fuck wit the limbs
I was running the block wit my apes & my chimps
We was balling all day clutching hanging off rims
It's so crazy you survive the jungle make it big
Now you the main attraction theres a target off rip
They just want see you dead level up go legit
Gotta keep my head on ain't no lacking and shit
Got keep my fam back from trapping and shit
Build up a raft case a storm finna hit
Best believe we don't miss five is live finna swish
We all eat we all sink we all driving the ship
Anarchy
Nigga's ain't telling me shit
I gotta stay wit a clip like yuh
Enemies all out to get me just cuz I got M's boy you sick
You ain't my dawg sick em like Micheal Vick
M&Ms in my bank Mike Amiri the fit
Smoking Oreo Cookies cash cow wit the milk
No ID face card good when I'm up in the VIP
Real always recognize real
I'm popping seals tryna drown out my pain still
I'm in the field wit a steel
Glock like a fishing rod it's finna reel me a meal
Get the bag I won't tumble I'm not jack & jill
Thru it all I stay humble I came from a pit
Apartment buildings to a house on the hills
EBT turnt to infinite eats at the crib
We Anarchy lit
Wake up I'm smelling the roses
Feeling the sun while I'm smoking on flowers
Got my man's in Amsterdam he supply's me wit potent
Kick him some bands different flavors stay loaded
Lotus I'm rolling flipping lettuce to be noticed
I go outside I get paid this that lifestyle
All of my life I been out being wild wild
I fucked around almost been me a juvenile
Ran wit the wrong crowd Harper hurricane mile
Been thru the storm it was pouring hurricane style
Everywhere that I went in return it was hostile
Reinvented myself I came up it was worthwhile
Cut every string that was weak in my square mile
Radius, Nigga's hating it
Want me to sit so you can stand, craziness
Cut off all of my friends, various
Laughed behind my back now you the punchline, hilarious
All of my youngin's got sticks drum line airing shit
Slide up inna Panorama panoramic picturing
Drive by wit clips shooting movies no premiering
I whip the jag at a red light I veer it
Ain't tryna be a casualty or near it
Try me might buck your teeth leave you veneering
I get them bucks check em off Visine clear em
Anarchy
Nigga's ain't telling me shit
I gotta stay wit a clip like yuh
Enemies all out to get me just cuz I got M's boy you sick
You ain't my dawg sick em like Micheal Vick
M&Ms in my bank Mike Amiri the fit
Smoking Oreo Cookies cash cow wit the milk
No ID face card good when I'm up in the VIP
Real always recognize real
I'm popping seals tryna drown out my pain still
I'm in the field wit a steel
Glock like a fishing rod it's finna reel me a meal
Get the bag I won't tumble I'm not jack & jill
Thru it all I stay humble I came from a pit
Apartment buildings to a house on the hills
EBT turnt to infinite eats at the crib
We Anarchy lit