Lyrics:
got stocks and bonds
Band-aid drip for the broken bonds
If I make this one for you
Will you sing along
I miss when you would call me on the FaceTime
I
(America, America, I shed these words for thee)
All hail Praises be to thee
Oh ye paper deity
As we hail our sacred cow
To the bankers we will
in my neck where they do that
They been dropped a bomb on a compound
That's above and beyond what us 'bout now
We been for a war without a countdown
the USA
Lifting off, now you pissed me off
Godspeed, it’s a new day
It's a America nigga
Yeah, yeah America nigga
What's America nigga
Word is bond my nigga
I don't have competition I'm bigger than the slot
While you waste advances on gray market rocks
I cop municipal bonds and Wal Mart stocks
A family
Dope boys of America dope boys of America
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on bro
You dig
I put my time in this shit
Had to grind for this shit
Now
It’s hard to believe
What we have overcome
The loss and tragedies we’ve had
Coronavirus got so so bad
America, let’s bond and grow in unity
Our men
gang gang gang
Gang! I'm just riding for my
Gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang
America, whole lotta gang shit
America
bangin' bitches in Bermuda
Barry Bonds, barracuda, Chattanooga
Back alley shooter, black Balley booter
Catch me jumpin' out the plane like a black puma
no heart.
>From the bills for days he got bloodshot eyes.
The American dream was a pack of lies.
6 months later, municipal court, divorce time baby,
feeling miserable
Scramble with the handle of the hammer still visible
Bail bonds wishing for my bonds to be municipal
Reminiscing on them rock chopping
represent?
The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil
Right
That's how I see it, my word is bond
I see—and the ground is the symbol for the poor
Now, listen up America
Miss Prada ain't ever been scared of ya
I give free drugs to trading tricks
I pop my pussy for Celery sticks
I drink and drive,
truths in my roots so I could understand
Believing I could go further than, what a whole lot of others can
Responsible for my actions; no excuses nor blame
bought ain't got no heart
From the bills for days he got blood shot eyes
The american dream was a pack of lies
6 months later municipal court
Divorce time
visceral
I'm out that bitches league
Ain't no average individual
Who gone run this thang
Bitch we some like municipal
They love to rock with me, bitch
Cuz
Ras
Ride quite fast when you see we fly past
Man a
Fly Rasta
Fly Ras
Rasta In America them couldn't style dat
Francis Kurkdijan in a my clothes
You sometimes hear the cowards call from all around the world
Sayin’ Satan cursed the U.S.A. so our flag won’t unfurl
Well, I’ve got news for them,
official signature
This 13 the day of March, aD 2014
Bond $3500
Affidavit for warrant of arrest and detention
Your affiant is Austin Police
Detective W
In view of our desire for freedom from the persistant meddling
by state officials in city affairs,
in particular the harassment of our citizens
America we have several people power groups
Groups of dynamic intertwined relationships
Made apparent by a parent
Or want for
This structure
On the bottom
Are you trying to kill me Are you trying to hurt me Pick one and do it already
(Verse) I don’t lie I’m straight and forward no time for half stepping
Black life in America, ain’t shit you could compare to this
All these fucking obstacles, we gotta be prepared for it
Yeah, sometimes we make it out,
Now, listen up America
Miss Prada ain't ever been scared of ya
I give free drugs to trading tricks
I pop my pussy for Celery sticks
I drink and drive,
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