Lyrics:
Jones-Woods
Following the impeachment of
Former president Joe Biden
What are your plans
For saving America?
How will you fix it?
Hello you all
And welcome
[Intro]
Pastor Donkey your mic is on
[Verse 1]
I appear to be America’s worst nightmare, it’s true
I’m a straight white male and don’t even slight
January went quick
February didn't go by fast
March they was on dick
April now they on my ass
But man you know i'm still get rich
Them fuckas still
mouth closed
Be quiet
Be nice and help the kids
If we play our cards right
Might fuck around and get rich
time when everybody was so proud of America
Before our wars on foreign shores
And acting like a big gang of terrorists
The truths never told
Our young
engineered our own destruction,
Emergency, Emergency, 911
America - Land Of No Compassion,
It's Never Too Late, Nowhere To Run,
It's Crucial In This Time,
Sanctioned by the O.G's of America.
The Grand Wizard is a certified G!
That mean genius, bitch!
on the planet, remain in poisonous warfare
Derelict Arabic terrorists in the air
Shit arrogant apparent to punish people by their heritage,
Nato barriers, Hate
me
Surrounded by killers, with a bunch of women with very big heinies
Back of the club is where you find me
Two steppin, feel like DeJ Loaf, dare
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
through with the big boys Ooh, and make a lotta noise So the Priest came in and led us by the hand on a drive-by rockin' of the promised land and we rode it
ones tend to emigrate
Like your psychotic big brother, who left home
For jobs in Holland, Munich, Rome
He's thick but he struck it rich, switch
These are the men who lead the crime families of America
I control 26,000 men, except for dope, we operate in all aspects
Of organized crime,
adopted kids of America
They fear what they don't know
That's why they hate our beautiful
Across the land they play the game
Of turning our joy into pain
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
dem by ourselves
Small small children
Old mama dem
Naked face you
Stand with one leg
Bend yanch face you
Begin swear you in
With big big juju
Amadioha
dem by ourselves
Small small children
Old mama dem
Naked face you
Stand with one leg
Bend yanch face you
Begin swear you in
With big big juju
Amadioha
Yeah
We on our rich nigga shit
Wake these people up
We RICH forever
DBE shit
Big Guala Yo talk to em
Huh
Got a rich nigga posture
And all my diamonds
falling back in time with camps by those without a spine
This is our home
It's been for so long
We can't stay here
Fuck all the illicit confinement
It's
turned its back now we're on our own
Hardworking men and women standing in the bread line
Underemployed underpaid it's not 1929
Wake up America before
stands in our way Although we walk right by it every day
And some even fail just to recognize The empathy offered from a stranger's eyes
Cause we've
bitch
'Cause all this business that I'm doin' finna make me rich
G-Lock by her G spot and it's on unlock
Tree spot by the D spot, but that's where we
what it means to be black in America
And a big screen tv where you can watch Fox and Friends
In total surround sound ignorance
With no immigrants
Stevie
The drinks were being served in the hall by the big screen TV
The gamblers were sitting drunk in their pj's
Placing their bets and tipping the dj's
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