Lyrics Quotas - Anthony Kannon

Cops are patrolling
Pushing packs, so many knots-look like my pockets are swollen
Stop it-you know it... load it-and cock it, pop it and throw it
Wipe off the prints, it's getting tossed in the ocean

I'm a boss like a Tommy Matola
So was my pops, I'm the son of a baller-like Domantas Sabonis
They've been pillow talking on me-and I'm not gon' condone it
I know you think that you the shit, till you get shot in your colon

Kill a rapper on the 2 for 1, cop me a bonus
Touch down, I caught it in motion
Fuck the fame, this was preordained-god said I'm chosen
Ima, pothead-smoking on-exotics I'm focused

I got that authentic vibe, they all telling lies
Treat the game like them old Europeans, you know? Cause genocide
I'm taking over, y'all been advised
Clip an angels wings, watch em fall from the sky

My cousin got the product-prolly flipping yola
Doing numbers, like the cops tryna hit they quota
I got the world on my shoulders and I'm stocking boulders
Having meetings with the team and signing non disclosures

You ain't ever been the plug, you just a squad of posers
This is ace high spades, taking out the joker
Deck of cards, 24 karat gold, I don't take 'em out for poker
Life's a bitch, and I doubt you know her

Breaking down pounds with a foul aroma
You ain't shorting me a mother fucking dime boy, count it over
You ain't never see a ounce a Coca
I'm in the trap, I ain't posting that on snap or socials

Packs in postal services, the cash will go through me
Do something shady, they gon' have to smoke you-I ain't talking weed
You all are my seeds, you all are my sons
I'm looking at you like, "the apple fell far from the tree"

I got bars and they mean, I'm just carving a scheme
You a cheer leader, you don't go hard for ya team
If they win, then you all get a ring but-that don't mean you did shit
Participation trophy ol' big bitch

The kid sick and spit crack-since I was an infant
I got a legacy in my city-I left an imprint
Every time I spit a verse, I'm furthering the distance
From me and the misfits-these "has beens", and "never will be's"

These records live forever, you could never kill me
I give lessons like a lecture-I use thoughts as a weapon
I use words with a message, unless I'm guilty
Then I'm silent as a mouse, you should try it out

I get bank like the piggy, I'll turn her like I'm timmy
Cop-cases of the remy then-chase it with some henny
Break a bunch of sticky, finna weigh it on the digi
I ain't stopping till my face like Ben frank-on the benji

You know my body, that's how hard we go
Acting like we family, I'm not your "bro"
I'm not your brother or your cousin, we hardly know each other bitch
Just roll the credits, and start the show

My cousin got the product-prolly flipping yola
Doing numbers, like the cops tryna hit they quota
He talking shit, grab the grip-then they popping over
In the whip with two sticks, DualShock controllers

Hard liquor, or the champagne, I don't cop Coronas
Stay fed, bitch I'm getting bread without the Capicola
I don't trust nobody, I ain't dapping no one
Life's a bitch, you just had to know her

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... My cousin got the product-prolly flipping yola
... Doing numbers, like the cops tryna hit they quota