Lyrical Breakdown of Anyway (feat. 2 Chainz & Gucci Mane) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Cook that shit up, Quay

I'm takin' off again, suicide doors, I won't let 'em in

Four or five cars, livin' like a god, payin' for my sins

And this life that I'm in important

I can hop in the Benz, a foreign

Marlo said they come in in the morning

I got vibes, every state I got choices

Gucci coat like we stand on the corner with Mitch

Like I'm straight out the 'partments, I'm rich as a bitch

Takin' mine off the top, let lil' bro keep the difference

Put an A in Atlanta, stand up for my city

I was re-in' up daily, they thought I was kidding

I was puttin' my profit up, saved me a milly

I keep pourin' up Fantas so shit gettin' ridiculous

Hope the doctor don't say that I need a new kidney

Pull up any kind of way I wanna

She know I got that dope boy persona

Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer

Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers

I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble

Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin'

I be rockin' new shit, I got every color

This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up

Pull up any kind of way I wanna

She know I got that dope boy persona

Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer

Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers

I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble

Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin'

I be rockin' new shit, I got every color

This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up

I fuck with Lil Baby, no infant (Uh)

I used to make plays at the Quick Trip (I did)

I spent a twenty on Quick Picks (Tell 'em)

I run it back like a pick six (Woo)

Add it all up, it's a re-up, man

I'm ballin', I need equipment (Ballin')

I just bought a lift kit (Yeah)

Said she fell in love with a misfit (She love me)

And fuck your opinion, you know how I'm livin'

My closet say, "To be continued" (Fuck you)

Back in the days I used to make plays

At Spondivits off of Virginia

Ain't no contender (Nah)

Tattoo my name on placentas (Woo)

I read a bitch like a kennel

Made a half a mil' in a rental (Woo)

All of my verses suspenseful

My cuz a blood, menstrual

He draws down, pants

I know that they care for your instrument

I ball, I need me an agent

I just might be your replacement (I might)

I got a whole lot of money

But I got a little patience

I got a whole lot of money

But I got a little patience (Alright)

I got a whole lot of money

But I got a little patience

My bitch a trip, vacation

Too many chains, plantation

If you a real nigga

It ain't no expiration

Pull up any kind of way I wanna

She know I got that dope boy persona

Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer

Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers

I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble

Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin'

I be rockin' new shit, I got every color

This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up

Pull up any kind of way I wanna

She know I got that dope boy persona

Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer

Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers

I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble

Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' (Huh, Wop)

I be rockin' new shit, I got every color

This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up (Go)

They say Gucci's a criminal

Flood my timepiece with emeralds (Burr)

Not conserve' or no liberal

Donate Rollies for Christmas (Huh)

Heard I shop at Bar Harbor

I spent reckless on denim (Wow)

She so fine, got her addy

Fucked, told my folks where to send her (Well damn)

New 'Rari, half an M

See the horse, know the emblem

It's Big Guwop, it's him

Always us over them (Fuck 'em)

Niggas say they gon' do this and that

Then duck when I see 'em (Huh)

Don't compare me to Slim

I could never be him (No)

Copped so many new baguettes

That I'm gettin' sick of myself (Bling)

Big bully, crushed my peers

So now I pick on myself (Huh)

Highly decorated soldier, I got hits on my belt

Big diamond choker chokin' on me, man like Conor

McGregor (It's Gucci)

Pull up any kind of way I wanna

She know I got that dope boy persona

Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer

Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers

I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble

Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin'

I be rockin' new shit, I got every color

This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up

Pull up any kind of way I wanna

She know I got that dope boy persona

Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer

Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers

I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble

Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin'

I be rockin' new shit, I got every color

This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up