Lyrics:
Getting trained and discipled
They changed all their idols
From dudes in the streets to
The God of the Bible
We the redeemed of the streets
That used
the 11-12 cars all black
American Express not green, all black
They'll try to set you up if you let 'em set the trap
But I ain't finna to fall for that
All these bitches out here
Moving on the street like
"Let's just get the bag bro"
Something doesn't feel right
Stories getting hidden, buried in
all the gods
With thousands and cars
No more hustlin', now we can open up bars
To wash all this money clean
Nigga, it's the American dream
But it ain't
me a kiss
Put me on the cover of the Rolling Stone
Uptown down home American kids
Growin' up in little pink houses
Makin' out on living room
me a kiss
Put me on the cover of the Rolling Stone
Uptown down home American kids
Growin' up in little pink houses
Makin' out on living room
(Yeah)
Two times for them bitches in the South Shore (Whoa)
Three times for them days on the block
Gettin' chased by the cops like a motherfuckin'
American
So how can Afro-American make much sense?
Your ancestors come from Africa
By stealing them now you're born in America
So the black man is homeless
theft is American
So how can Afro-American make much sense?
Your ancestors come from Africa
By stealing them now you're born in America
So
mad phone scams
That nigga in the street
Wants to leave a beast for
The freak Armani man
Dosed they pockets with swiftness, relentless
Got sent the hoes
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
Pray for peace in the areas abandoned by police
Violence will never cease its American Greed
Silence in the murder scene; the Code of the Street
Cruising
skipped the other mathematics
Inside they genes they biologically the same atom
But american freedom rejects the same fashion
How ironic
Y'all been hooked
enough
Kids killing kids, people kill their families
People starving in the streets
That's the reality say you got that family
That's all about vanity
the streets from all these minorities
That's what we call 'em pigsties for
They're like eyesores to police
Talked to like, you're just a piece of trash
sees in her dreams
All American rejects give you hell babe give you hell
Habits
(Who oo who)
Oh habits
(Who oo who)
Habits
(Who oo who)
Yea yea
of the American Dream
My pops the first kid in Queens with that NWA
And Pac had just linked up with Shock when he moved Back to the Bay
School an hour way in Austin
to hurry you’ll be always by my side
Told you not to worry in the middle of the night
Told you not to hurry you’ll be always in my mind
My mind
American boy
To amount of jobs, so the fathers
Lose the job and they say
‘We’ll give you more money for having
More kids in your home' And
Then we got rid of the
Mental
the American Dream, and make the rich richer
To live and die the American Dream, and make the rich richer
To live and die is all part of their scheme in ways
hip-hop was good
There lived a little boy who was misled
By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash
Jacking
all the gods
With thousands and cars
No more hustlin', now we can open up bars
To wash all this money clean
Nigga, it's the American dream
But it ain't
of apathy
All because I saw kids in cages on TV
I'm eating avocados to support Vegan Nation
I'm learning only fake news
'cause of Facebookization
I'm
defiled by all the bullies, hate and verbal bile,
Mocked in the street because I paint my face like Dani Filth,
And died my hair, wore contact lenses
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