Lyrics:
First got to America, niggas wouldn't check for me
No chance the kid'll make it here like vasectomy
They underestimated my trajectory
But now they
America Is Brutal And Meek Mill Is A Hero
Cover Story: Meek Mill is one of
Our generation's greatest street rappers
But can he thrive in
the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America (woah)
We're the kids in America (woah)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights,
the Tiffany
Navy turns into the enemy
If we went our separate ways, don't see me differently
I don't wanna put a dark color in the trilogy
The color of our
would say
I grew up in America, in a ruthless neighborhood where we were not protected by police, uh
We grew up in ruthless environments, we grew up
Made in America, nineteen fifty nine,
Born down by the factories, cross the Jersey City line.
Raised on radio, just a jukebox kid,
I was
in America
Made in Mexico, raised in America
Face down on the ground
Just a kid
Gettin kicked by the cool clique
Because my hair's thick
Now I'm grown
much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land
so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
is in black and white
MLK turn in his grave, what has happened to America’s grace
All the journalists got something to say, bout the land of free
And promised to never doubt him again
But is America honest or do we bask in sin?
Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood
Then bash him in, you crippin'
Merlyn, hoppin' out the vehicle, I feel like Batman
Hanging with directors, 'bout that action
So please don't stick and move in my direction
All I
on me, V in Tiffany's
All these K-9 units still sniffin' me
Ignorance versus the innocence
It's not the temperature for you in Timberlands
I keep
Hey America, there's a war going on
In case you didn't know
Hey America, if you're wondering,
You were the ones who told us to go
Hey America, while
exalts protesting, others inventing
Our kids aspire to be protesters and activists
So other races change things
While we excel in complaining
If America
Ad Libs
Made in America
Nineteen fifty nine
Born down by the factories
Cross the Jersey City line
Raised on radio
Just a jukebox kid
I
gathered 'round the dinner table
I said, "Kids, if you could go anywhere in this great big world, now
Where'd you like to go ta"
They said, "Dad, we want
gathered 'round the dinner table
I said, "Kids, if you could go anywhere in this great big world, now
Where'd you like to go ta"
They said, "Dad, we want
I heard this story once, about this little kid
That liked to wonder.
He was Always dreaming about going overseas
Life outside his little village in
and women are free
Oh in africa
We are nothing like America
Oh I heard a story about this young boy
With a big voice
Do it for the city of hills by choice
of America
The downfall of America
The downfall of America
Though my eyes been shut
Legs wide open while my hands tied up in America
Land of the free the home
so we die by the guns, kids
They tell me not to roll with my Glock
So now I gotta throw away
Floating in the black Benz, trying to do a show a day
so we die by the guns, kids
They tell me not to roll with my Glock
So now I gotta throw away
Floating in the black Benz, trying to do a show a day
are here because of the great inflation
That was caused by American companies in Latin America
Aside from that, many are seeking a life away from
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