John Anthony (Rap)
John Anthony (Rap)
John Anthony (Rap)
John Anthony (Rap)
John Anthony (Rap)
John Anthony (Rap)
John Anthony (Rap)
John Anthony (Rap)
John Anthony (Rap)
John Anthony (Rap)
John Anthony (Rap)
John Anthony (Rap)
John Anthony (Rap)
John Anthony (Rap)
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Yeah, aye
(Hook)
Everybody wannabe a rapper
Everybody wanna get big, but nobody work for it
Everybody wannabe famous, even when you nameless
Y’all better know how to search for it
Everybody wannabe a rapper
Everybody wannabe rich, but who is the blame?
Why hip hop is never the same
And never will change
We need to switch up on the game, like
(Verse 1)
Wait, let me be real
Hip hop is in a good state but I feel like
Lot of rappers ain’t takin’ it serious
Who even cares? They all gotta deal
And what do I got? Like nothing appeals
To anyone, I’m just a spoke on the wheel
Just tryin’ to make his fuckin’ bread and butter
Off these mother fuckers that I’m tryna kill, but
Fuck ‘em all boy, I don’t care bitch
They can all go to hell
You can take an L, while you hangin’ by the ceiling fan
From your neck with a belt like, (oh shit)
Don’t even mind me, if I start to get ahead of myself
I’m only tryna get my records to sell
I’m tired of seein’ them sit on the shelves
But if other rappers are just getting acknowledged
The where is mine? I was getting no homage
It’s kinda retard how mother fuckers think they got it
But really just never do got it
The fuck is the problem?
Who cares about going to college
It’s all about money in wallets
‘Cause I’m tryin’ to understand it better
But I could never just relate to the nonsense
Fuck that, I’m loosin’ my conscious
I’ll be fine boy, man I got this
Ballin’ on these mother fuckers so hard
These bitches jumpin’ on my Magic Johnson
(Haha, Johnson)
Y’all just need to stop fantasizin’ and achieve what you after
Stop sayin’ that you better than half the game
When you know you barely a factor
(Hook)
Everybody wannabe a rapper
Everybody wanna get big, but nobody work for it
Everybody wannabe famous, even when you nameless
Y’all better know how to search for it
Everybody wannabe a rapper
Everybody wannabe rich, but who is the blame?
Why hip hop is never the same
And never will change
We need to switch up on the game, like
(Verse 2)
Everybody wannabe the man
Everybody wanna spit a rhyme, but not many can
‘Cause everybody wanna have fans
Not that many people gonna stick to you plan
‘Cause everybody wanna have a chance
Every mother fucker wanna get a big deal in advance
But never understand that rappers disappear
The second that they get their first grand ‘cause
Fuck what you worth, damn
Yeah I know I’m nameless, but I’m not brainless
When I say that the easiest way to get famous
Is to make it in the game
If you just don’t have what it takes
To adapt to the way that the games changin’
Then you better rearrange all the basics
‘Cause when I step up to the plate, I’m a hit a base hit
I’m a hit it like Derek Jeter
I’m the captain to the game, better face it, yeah
Everybody wanna be the bravest
But don’t have a set of balls to go ahead and just say shit
Don’t tell me you the greatest
When your latest shit wasn’t even on my playlist
Fuck you and your gay shit
I’m a keep it real like a mother fuckin’ fundamental basis
Ah man, this game is amazin’
Shit is scary and it’s not even Halloween
Really what bothers me
Knowin’ that nobody gives a fuck about the game or the policy
Always the quantity over the quality
Part of me thinks that I owe an apology
Thinkin’ that I know it all, but I bet you I do
I like to see somebody stoppin’ me
(Hook)
Everybody wannabe a rapper
Everybody wanna get big, but nobody work for it
Everybody wannabe famous, even when you nameless
Y’all better know how to search for it
Everybody wannabe a rapper
Everybody wannabe rich, but who is the blame?
Why hip hop is never the same
And never will change
We need to switch up on the game, like
Everybody wannabe a rapper
Everybody, everybody wannabe a rapper
Everybody wannabe a rapper
Everybody, everybody wannabe a, aye
(Hook)
Everybody wannabe a rapper
Everybody wanna get big, but nobody work for it
Everybody wannabe famous, even when you nameless
Y’all better know how to search for it
Everybody wannabe a rapper
Everybody wannabe rich, but who is the blame?
Why hip hop is never the same
And never will change
We need to switch up on the game, like
Wannabe was written by John Anthony (Rap).
Wannabe was produced by Villainous Records.
John Anthony (Rap) released Wannabe on Fri Jun 26 2020.