Lyrics:
streets, nigga
Mask me up in grease
Sneaker game is lethal
N.Y., them eagles
Fly through, get high too
Fly as hell, might as well
Hire you the live
To East Philadelphia
There's a new one
Comin' I warn you
We're the kids in America
We're the kids in America
Everybody live for the music go
eagle eye
Kids are home kids are home kids are home redemption
Baritone where's my phone
I mentioned
Kids are on kids are on kids are home
Attention
beat was produced by Rob the Vikang
I crept up from above and took you out
Look its a new sheriff in town
Hope you know that you are going down
Bang
planting a seed putting milk in breast
By a fun erection unsuspected unexpected unprotected dumb kids sexting acting wreckless cats in dresses girls with
to look like the All-American Kid
From New York City. I wanted to feel like I wanted to be the
All-american Kid from New York), and I walked in, sat
wanna die next?
Nah, he wanna live, and he loves his kids
We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock
Gimme the key, run up in your spot
Like, you
get in another car accident
This time with your baby mother and
Kid and instead of dying
You end up being the only
One of them that lives what?
Yeah
the kid in the polo, got the world in a yo-yo
Your happy meal skills is still, no frills
Cook crills, sign deals, when you see me, just kneel
Or rocking
the kid in the polo, got the world in a yo-yo
Your happy meal skills is still, no frills
Cook crills, sign deals, when you see me, just kneel
Or rocking
gonna die
Our American home was clean till you came
And kids still respected the president's name
And the eagle still flew in the sky
Hearts filled with
the kids in America
We're the kids in America
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Come closer, honey that's better
Got to get a brand new experience
skies but you live in SA put it on em like
Flights to Dubai like cuz young and we paid first class like
We gon get by hustle hard all day lemme hear you
but I live by the night life
I'm right, there in your face but watch from the hind sight
Get my mind right
When I snap it's no kind bite
Schooled you,
score in my back yard
My daddy fat and he poor it ain't that hard
My dad republican but he live on unemployment
Farming don't bring no enjoyment
Kid's
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
to go, baby
Lost town to Southern California
There's a new wave coming, I warned ya
We're the kids in America, whoa
We're the kids in America, whoa
Who angry as hell, we yell from the beast
Wise killers up in New York, who lay for peace
Crime action get you trapped by the chief, no PC
Proud
Lynn)
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I live in the world world of forgotten people
Who've loved and lost their hearts so many times
I'm here in the world
Being by myself, i'm at peace I'm too old to be out in these streets
I got to take care of my kids I ain't got time to have beef
I just got time to do
on the highway in a small town
Hanging by the bridge, got something to throw down?
A fridge, a washer, an old TV set
It might seem pathetic but we ain't forty yet
a good look at me
I'm living in prosperity
I walk by faith and not by sight
It's not by power nor by might (If you believe help me sing come on say l can
to east California
There's a new wave coming, I warn ya
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody lives for
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