Slaine, Termanology, Bun B, Everlast - Anti-Hero lyrics

Termanology bun B (Bun B)
Motherfuckin’ Slaine everlast duffle bag

Uh, All I need is a
Hundred thousand of my dollars
And to launder that shit through
Somebody wit a white collar
Nightcrawler, ice robber, mic sparker
Steal money from my hoes
Give it to my baby mama
You be on the ground, no lights
Switch the pick up
I be thinkin’ let’s go to war
And hit the pigs up
I still hustle, build muscle, Bill Russell
Rap hero, stack zeros, mad euros
What if we opened business
Instead of provokin’ witnesses
And realize the positive future
For us was limitless
Instead we in the club with a devilish smirk
And we talk about God but we never in church
Motherfuckers is ready to go to
Hell for a purse
That put a shell in ya earth
The way it’s gettin’ is worse
And these streets squeeze you
Enemies dyin’ to seize you
It seem like everybody I
Know is livin’ illegal

Like Jamal and Malik did (did)
But we ain’t fallin’ for fuckery
Or the weak shit (shit)
I keep the heat wit, me, myself, and I
Go ahead and pump your pussy-self up to die
That’s when doves will cry
Cause you’ll do the gangster lean
I’ll do the gangster boogie
You could never be a gangster to me
You a wangster truly
Plus you dealin’ in a fool trade
If I cut you
I bet your ass will bleed Kool-Aid
What flavor? Tap water, 'cause you got none
Sit on this Winchester
Now you ridin’ shotgun
And I’mma wipe you off the scene right now
I’m with Term with SC
We in The Bean right now
Motherfuckers askin’ how the
Hell we keep coppin’ and
Choppin’ up that powder
Whiter than clam chowder
Preem got the beat on fire like Niki Lauda
For-real emcee and Hip-Hop
Couldn’t be prouder

When I come around… you fake
Players need to duck (Anti) Hero
(For the) For the dough I keep grindin’
(Anti) Hero

Through the madness, mall drugstore, cowboy
The Matador kill the bullshit just for sport
With a bat and ball
Can’t die, be a anti hero, the tragic flaw
That I stand by
Is these drugs I'm a addict for
Semi-automatic 4’s ‘fore I ever had a cause
Wars, I a addict
Force my erratic course off in my catalog
I would scatter scrawl raps on the pages
Trapped by the padded walls
Cracks in the basement
Dawg I been that involved
Pull me out the rubble and the
Ashes when the attic falls
Before I learned how to walk
First I had to crawl
Forced down to crawl and I was
Bleedin’ like a battered dog
Back against the wall
My gaze is full o’ rage
My ways are unpredictable like
When a bullet strays
Divide my math, you can’t by zero
Can’t buy time
You’re left with the anti hero

Yo, worship a drug lord go praise a dealer
Fake it till ya make it
Screamin’ ‘bout who’s realer
Cap peeler, fate sealer, faith healer
Fuck a bitch, fuck a snitch, fuck a squealer
Truck jewels with the old school Fila's
Fuck the rules and everyone
That don’t feel us they envy us, I’m serious
The wrong friends behind you is dangerous
Watch who you trust, keep your circle small
Keep your enemies close and ya
Hand on the toast keep ya back to the wall
And ya eyes wide open
Stay woken like Dre stay smokin’
Ain’t no jokin’, mind who you's provokin’
Watch what you sayin’ or wind up broken
My language is nasty, my grammar’s poor
But, I’ll smack you wit a hammer
Like my name was Thor

When I come around… you fake
Players need to duck (Anti) Hero
(For the) For the dough I keep grindin’
(Anti) Hero