Lyrics:
we’ve seen it before
Cause we’re all dying to try the ol’ American pie
Teenage dreams got new perspective
"Kill your friends, don’t get arrested"
Tell
Rolex’s Too
My Eyes Are Made Of Diamonds
My Cock Is Solid Gold
I Wanna Be Famous
I Wanna Be Rich
I Wanna Be Famous
I Wanna Be Rich
I’m Taking The American
nappy and too harsh
Strike 3, you can never be better than us
You ain't American, you're just another black man in America
Alone he stands this man from
don't give a shit
I get my tastes from very reputable sources
I get opinions from the most convincing tweets
I get my clothes made only by the finest
In this town every bar knows everybody by their first name
Feels good to be around but Hollywood is just a wish away
Couple cars couple kids pretty
Last night I had a dream baby
We were sitting by the river had a pretty red ribbon
Tied up in your hair
I think Elvis was there
Never seen
come true
I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block
When I played my guitar, I made the canyons rock
But every Saturday night
I felt the fever
come true
I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block
When I played my guitar, I made the canyons rock
But every Saturday night
I felt the fever
You dont know my journey there's a lot of hurt in that story
Bro in the field trenches turned him All American
They don't know how I made it like
stop poppin'
And them dollars start stopping
Do what you did to get it and don't stop (don't stop)
I made a promise to my mama
I'ma out live her
How
They don’t understand my pain
My dawg feel like he going Die Today
Said he going insane he feel like nobody there, he lonely
Said they all done
always been younger than half of my circle but I ain't no motherfuckin' lil dawg,
I put in that work all up into the paint I'm going by Fury O'Neil now,
I
back stand by thats a threat to my black life
Ready to grab 44 because of 45
Two hundred thousand Americans plus died
Never been on pace to make
much did you spend?"
That is not to problem
"How much have you made?"
Mind yo business dawg
Battle of the fittest working in this game
You notice you
tricks,
This world is cold this world is sick,
My dawgs don’t trust, walk around with a stick
Rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6,
Don’t trust your
barely make it, we got crazy cash
On the movie set me and my homie Baby Bash
Got your girl waitin to get her world shakin
At the Grand American givin
Estelle (american boy)
It's that type of party, poppin bottles till they bend dawg
I'm just trying to make all the way up to the end dawg
Black girl in here
I seen my dawg on the news and that shit left me damaged
You ain't seen what I seen so you wouldn't understand it
Back to the block hopping fences
barely made it
These hoes ski up on snow and they don’t wipe they nose see in the rarest in my city
And I’m the flyest out my city gotta let you know
Mmmmmm Yea Yea
Watch Ya Mouth
Before you say anything please just know what you talkin bout
And if it aint nothin nice dawg please just walk around
Tre made this beat
If this nigga do his thing on my dawg I'm gonna kill him
Got some nigga behind that wall ain't coming home they gonna get em
Some
(Ight yea let's get it)
Plans for my next year
Shifting into next gear
Have plans for my dawgs
Plant in me, then we go off
Never sell yourself short,
he crodie
My main bitch she bad she said she made for me
Shit I miss my dawg, know he lonely
Stuck up in that cell, bro I'm comin
All I ever loved was
of a military man
It’s the way of life and I understand
And I’m so proud to say
Made me who I am today
I hope down the road I find a real good man
That’s
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