Lyrics:
Marcus the jeweler
Grillz America know they gone do it
Dripping my teeth looking fluid
You know how I do it you know I influence these niggas
Mid wet bitch
and give my smoker the change
That nigga flexin', VVS every stone in the chain
Gold body, my jeweler, he black mummy me
I be all in these bitches' stomach
(Cryin', cryin', cryin', cryin') Yeah, what's up? (Yeah, what's up?)
Welcome to America baby (uh)
Home of the brave, American dream, you know?
to forget shit
Honor my shooter 30 clip wit a cooler put that dick on my cougar took blue strips to da jeweler
Honor my shooter 30 clip wit a cooler put that
to your DVD
You might've caught me on TMZ
Cameo tryna sue a nigga (fuck 'em)
'Cause I party hard like it's three of me
America's still abusing us
And 9/11
Let the motto begin
You kill mine and tell me not to offend
We all in
Black America
Aye, Black America
Yeah, Black America (goddamn!)
Black America
to your DVD
You might've caught me on TMZ
Cameo tryna sue a nigga (fuck 'em)
'Cause I party hard like it's three of me
America's still abusing us
And 9/11
Quavo, we movin' too fast (too fast)
The coupe got drag (coupe got drag)
America's most wanted (who?)
Huncho and Jack (Huncho and Jack, yeah)
I just
Houston broads
Loving girls in America
I love them girls in America
Me and my driver will march
All over your party
We crash up your club and we don't say
for your energy
(Like the fire needs the air)
You know (I won't burn unless you're there, you're there)
It's real shit
(Ooh-)
Feel this
America
for your energy
(Like the fire needs the air)
You know (I won't burn unless you're there, you're there)
It's real shit
(Ooh-)
Feel this
America
missus' habit
Jewelry shoppin' in Paris
All y'all jewelers should be embarrassed, huh
Blood diamonds drippin', we cute
I still ain't trippin', that's
puller
Do you back up what you say you do?
Or Mr. Shoulda-Woulda?
Do you give back to the hood you from?
Or run, go to the jeweler?
When you got beef,
and do you
No point guards
Got so many shooter
If you looking for me
I be with the jeweler
Left for a while
But I'm back home
Got the juice
Cut the power
speakin' on us, jewelers quote us even numbers
Still blowin' smoke as angels float above us
Love givin' back, but will they ever love us?
Chanel in
speakin' on us, jewelers quote us even numbers
Still blowin' smoke as angels float above us
Love givin' back, but will they ever love us?
Chanel in
motherfucker
And leave him colder than the prison in Russia
Or America's white power structure
Niggaz love to say "Fuck revolution!"
Until the jury comin
on looks like my wrist been cut
And we just made it back from Beijing
Seen my jeweler, told him melt the bird down to eight rings
And the music stopped,
sayin', Canadian born, America thanks
We nothin' there if we comparing the banks
We can shoot the fade and recoup but
The loser gotta stare at the ranks
fish-fillet
I'm eating Chick-fil-a
Louis V on a BP, I'm up in Dc's
Foams on like I'm at 4-3
But that's a .223
Riding with something like America's top
America, baby, where we fall for the lies (impeach the president)
We never had much, but we had us (uh-uh)
And even when the bills didn't add up
We cooked
The prophets, the saints and the angels, Michael and son righteously
Don't ask me any questions after that, we ridin
Stack blame, bless Jacob the Jeweler, we not
up
Ay
Stopped by the jeweler and bought me a chain that's so bright that bih might wake the sun up
Ay
She saying all the right things and she wan' give
but
We know what's up
Imagine a jewel covered in dirt
Diamond in the rough, shining for what it's worth
Jewelers want to put me in chains, I'm getting
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