The Anthem (Ron Artest)

I got the keys to my city You better say if you with me Whip around in the Infini' Shoutout my boys sitting pretty I'm gonna right all my wrongs so speak up if you got a problem I'm gonna write up a song, The Anthem I'm speaking for all them They call me "a fake and a fraud", but they the ones seeming real odd They claiming themselves they a "god", they don't bare a staff or a rod I got to get this shit off of my chest, none of the fame I am next Count up the bills and the checks, but all that she wanted was sex They call me "a fake and a fraud", but they the ones seeming real odd They claiming themselves they a "god", they don't bare a staff or a rod I got to get this shit off of my chest, none of the fame I am next Count up the bills and the checks, but all that she wanted was sex I had to get shit off my chest, running 2-3's it's a press All of my diamonds they baguettes, whippin' that bitch in a Corvette Uh uh I never stress, Uh uh I never left Calling me up I'm upset, when I'm mad I'm at my best I got the keys to my city You better say if you with me Whip around in the Infini' Shoutout my boys sitting pretty I'm gonna right all my wrongs so speak up if you got a problem I'm gonna write up a song, The Anthem I'm speaking for all them They call me "a fake and a fraud", but they the ones seeming real odd They claiming themselves they a "god", they don't bare a staff or a rod I got to get this shit off of my chest, none of the fame I am next Count up the bills and the checks, but all that she wanted was sex They call me "a fake and a fraud", but they the ones seeming real odd They claiming themselves they a "god", they don't bare a staff or a rod I got to get this shit off of my chest, none of the fame I am next Count up the bills and the checks, but all that she wanted was sex (Count up the bills and the checks)