The Fan Anthem

Five days in, peep me checkin' my streams Bumpin' in a dozen states, I got a thou of dem thangs All the real niggas share it, must be destined for fame And real or not them bitches too, just cause they lovin' my name Gee Though, pick up the mic and lay it down like it's Frito Easy, bend your knees, follow through free throw Ain't tryna be a bully, but I'm Jordan with the ego nigga trophies, know I'ma bring it back just like a repo Yeah, back to back like a sequel Views you never get when you peepin' through the peephole Ain't no knock on the hood, yo But you cannot see past the block if you never look out the window I respect your perspective, a different vision just learn to love from a distance like Hov did Siegel Let's call a spade a spade, I lost my dog the 18th of May, damn I miss you Now every verse and every song Like a page out my journal, I just let y'all read along Not a matter of right or wrong I'm never pleadin' my case, just venting when rap on If ever they choosin' a side, decide for them Cause don't nobody play both sides with good form You defendin' or shootin', LeBron or you Bruce Bowen My son ain't makin' STEELE, I'm coachin' like POP for em Rightfully so, here go the G-code Really with that shit that I spit, now that's the cheat code Standin' on the shit that I built, now that's the eagle Super nigga, no cape, I am not your typical negro Throw me in the water, I swim like them blue people Biggup the Carters, tryin' to get larger than blue people It's hard as f*ck to trust, cause people screw people But I know the path would be more direct if I knew people Aye, STEELE I got it on my own, f*ck street cred I never got it on a loan The people say they feel me, guess I'm spittin' that Patron no wait The People say they smell me, guess I'm spittin' that cologne Heavily concentrated, all I do is dab it on and grip the mic like it's what the f*ck my life depend on In the STU with this bag on So this cloth on my chest, not a speck of lint on Blessed, ironic how things change The nigga moved around, but my mind state was the same Up and down 95, I just stayed in my own lane I used to credit luck, but grace took me out the game So every verse is like me givin' my thanks To the universe for not bookin' a hearse for a change Or puttin' another nigga in the dirt for them days I tell my story, they all rappin' the same You know the name, Gee though