Lyrics:
the hardest verse that I ever recite
I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck it's all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got here
But I
the ghetto
Uh- america
Pretty and ugly
Beautiful, bloody
You love me, america
Get shot witcha buddy by police
Fuck 12 every day in america
Good as the ghetto
What is America to me
A name, a map, or a flag I see
A certain word, democracy
What is America to me
The house I live in
A plot of Earth,
and it held it up off me, really, it held it
Up off me. So that's one time it saved my life.
The way, the way I came by the name of Lucille, I was
Yeah
Yeah! That's what I'm talkin about!
Let's do it, Kanye West, see'mon turn me up and
Black Thought, see'mon turn me up and
Pharoahe Monch,
down a plane
Infa-Red's my name but fuck all that
Fall back and witness how the streets made me the grimiest nigga alive
I sell you a fake pie, shoot
your wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick
And as for Lady Bevan (14)
We were both in labor, that's true
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I played the uke with Vernon Duke
So well in Dubuque
Big mad black nigga in the eyes of the police
Gripping that trigga at Americas nightmare
Americas biggest nightmare
My eyes are open now I see
Americas
America
Our house is burning down
Our house is burning
Down, down it burns down
Our house is burning down
Ask me why a dream gets you by
But let it
America
Our house is burning down
Our house is burning
Down, down it burns down
Our house is burning down
Ask me why a dream gets you by
But let it
was down to their last
I gave my hand to niggas (Sopranos)
My mama did what was necessary
Couple Christmas's in February
That struggle made me legendary
you have to lose?
Reportin' live from the other side of America
Mama let me sip the forty, I was just a shorty (damn)
Then I started spittin'
Please, please good people. I am in haste. Who lives
in that castle?
WOMAN: No one live there.
ARTHUR: Then who is your lord?
WOMAN: We don't have
I'm, in a room filled with holographic images
Path is limitless, death, well that's ridiculous
I'm a live forever, cause a legend never die
See
one day my child will ask me, did you vote for that too
Maybe one day the pop will Ask me Asian Black or latino
Cause This is America
The streets ent
the homie Floyd, I feel they hunting for niggas
They don't love me, mama, everyday we under attack
Knowing I try to turn away, I might get shot in the back,
What is America to me
A name, a map, or a flag I see
A certain word, democracy
What is America to me
The house I live in
A plot of earth,
probably the hardest verse that I ever recite
I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck it's all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got here
crookedly, they should be booking me
They should be booking me, know that they won't, I am Theolonius Monk in a donk
Kicking that jazz, collecting my bag,
bodyguards, I got two big cars
That definitely ain't the wack
I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac
So after school I take a dip in the pool
on and climb
Into the arms, you'll always find me
In England and America
It seems good to hold, to not let go
The safety net still hangs real low
And if I
(Every single day that I wake up)
(I can't tell you how lucky I feel)
(That I get to continue the legacy of my idols)
(Frank Sinatra, Elvis
completely
And I have seen this happen long enough in the few years that
I've been alive to know that it's a serious problem
Latino America is a huge
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