Lyrics:
Mothers of dope fiend embarrassin' me
All in front of my friends
In the street smile with no teeth
I never knew daddy, heard he had a 72 caddy
Died in
Kids don't like shit
No, no they don't
Nah these kids don't like shit
No, no they don't
Y'all not my scene, I know I'm mean
Not on no team, i'm under
there be light
No gang banging in new york tonight
Just murals of Biggie Smalls, bigger then life
Turn up the kid mic 'cause ya'll ain't listening
I guess I'm free
It's my American dream
It disappeared in front of me
With nothing left to lose at all
I guess I'm free
It's my American dream
They tore em down years ago
And built a factory
And when that plant closed
The workers all left town
I read in the paper that
Some kids were
Yeah
Yeah
With what we see on the streets
It's kind of hard to believe
That we all living the dream
I see brothers and sisters
Being engulfed by they
the things that we most likely
Take for granted through our everyday occurrences
And currency is hard to come by
When you're trying to get by
Livin' in the USA
damn, you were supposed to be my G, ay, man
Now they chalking your body dead in the street, amen
All these motherfuckers sleep
I'ma have to Lowrider
Communism and capitalism hold each other by the throat
The tug-of-war between these two ideologies result in a
Historic turning point in our world
The First
who're bothered by Progress
Need strength and the numbers to Push all the myths and hell kids off The cliff
Cuz the cause is not lost
Fact I fuel it with
mason (Hee)
Tryin’ they hardest to forget about the bacon
Rebellion, oh
(Wasn’t that on American soil?)
For the mascots capin’ in the streets for
spread these tales of blame
Here's the newest American crisis
Thanks to evangelical ISIS
People suffer in the streets each day
While you take
me the wrist is froze
Like toes on a body in the morgue
They were all put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur
suffer
Cause ain't another
Her kids trying they off they ass
It's gettin' rougher and tougher
By all means nigga get your cream
Stop storming what they
suffer
Cause ain't another
Her kids trying they off they ass
It's gettin' rougher and tougher
By all means nigga get your cream
Stop storming what
of spitting; it's wicked and it's decadent
Revolutions per minutes every time the record spin
Retribution for cynics like a stick-up kid with weapons
In
of spitting, it's wicked and it's decadent
Revolutions per minutes, every time the record spin
Retribution for cynics, like a stick-up kid with weapons
In
the sinners and sin with saints
God, I'm an omen in my complexion
Everytime I see them I feel fear and aggression
The law's above it all, it's death by
Yeah, I ain't made in China
I'm American as it gets
I ain't made by Uyghur kids
For pennies on the dollar
I'm made in the USA
It says so on my
Hand in my pocket and my
Fingers on the trigger
Walk Fulton mall like a Fulton street nigga
Still by my fronts off of Fulton street
Nigga gabby got
to the Hoes and Weed
Where the lean at?
Tryna get approved by G's
He a reject
Bout to take flight
His Soul
On the runway
How you got a gun for fun
But don't
the greatest star
I am by far, but no one knows it
Wait, they're gonna hear a voice
A silver flute, oh, oh, oh, oh
They'll cheer each toot
Hey, that kid is
through hard times, when it wasn't enough for me
Stick a weak kid'll have you livin' in luxury
I'm the reason niggas sellin' drugs to fiends
I'm
you do in my position
When it all falls down and you're the one that its hitting
This is for the misfits rejects losers defects
Weirdos awkward
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