Lyrics:
take shit and hoard it?
Who am I that I don't get my portion?
The most impressionable minds get molested and informed by manipulating forces
Don't
the discussion on wages and budgets?
How they made them redundant when I was a young'un
The letters in our car said my mum was overdraft
But somehow I still had
and
Fuck up our country
Sheeple trust Trump, guess they must love the money
Dollar signs run the world, Jamaican track team
Alt-right leaders pay the feds so
And brains are being fried
Like a microwave
Controlled by this system
Keeping our mental imprisoned
Blinding our spiritual visions
With deceptions they're
to a necklace
Adidas suit flier than shell toes
Maneuver in the coupe, the roof by my elbows
Niggas wanna be me, bitches wanna date me
Young black and rich so
The waters part when our eyes see together
It's great
It's strange, well
Big curve going by me
Am I so sure anyway?
No use getting unwound
Do you know
the be-O-N-E see-Town to the D-Town Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound Smokin trees by the P's-ound Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas
a
Big dog(big dog)
Nigga can't shoot it's our ball
(Its our ball)
No time outs Its our ball
I been gone on a hiatus
Gettin off of my anus
Been over
is economics
So we Botox our skin and we smile for the camera
Might as well get a new nose while we're at it
This is America insecurity's our fabric
won’t last too long.
Gaudi’s in the market
Sardana by the stars
Mediterranean splendor
Santa Maria del Mar
I’m sick of America
Catalonia has the cure
So
Farmer Brown
I'm from a small town
Where everybody looks just like me
I really like it here
I shoot a lot of deer
This is America go fuck yourself
I got
unu egoro egwu'a
I go vex
Because ejego'm America gua egwu
Biko nu kupurunum aka una imagine
Ndi Igbo kwenu
Ndi Igbo kwenu
Igbo kwezuenu
Let me appear
propers
For makin my cash the proper way instead of comin to pop ya
[chorus]
Don't blame us for visions of princess cuts on our fingers
Big houses, candy
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
date and that bitch coming real soon man
Aye rich twenty twenty two is are year man twenty twenty to
Yea I got real gold on my charm
Rock VBZ I don't
exploited
By the rich few
What's new?.
If you are not outraged
You haven't been paying attention
If you are not outraged
You haven't been listening
something Dey lead to something first of all I wasn't created or born thief
I still remember when Malle used to say na cow wen hurry go America
Dey return
Times goes by
Giving but denied
Cause living in this ghetto is a crime
And you know that got me
It got me crazy how this evil gives us trouble
It got
clowns
By the way, who the hell is that
That is Mr. Marcia, our explosive
Ordnance expert. If it can be Blown up, he can do it
Damn straight and your new
promised by our fathers
The man on the news says the problem is me
I'm just a small-town boy with big American dreams
The world's going crazy and they
to grow, to show
The elevation of a people built is so
Jesse Jackson, Miss America a black one
No more livin for just a small fraction
I was once told by
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
this opportunity
All the way from
America, to say happy Christmas
To you our faithful
Beloved fans all over the world
Who have made our life
Worth living
and Rihanna's hits
We building America hammer needles and harnesses
Now come on its common sense
From the White House to monuments
Can't get no accomplishment
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