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To amount of jobs, so the fathers
Lose the job and they say
‘We’ll give you more money for having
More kids in your home' And
Then we got rid of the
Mental
growing
We're the Kids in America
We're the Kids in America
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights,
The music gets faster.
Look boy, don't
I think we about to blow
Who blew up America
I think we about to blow
Who blew up America
I think we about to blow
Who blew up America
I think we
world economies and kids in their schools
Yeah we're the greatest
(As we proceed)
We the muh'fuckin' greatest
(To give you what you need)
Uh huh, yeah
Once upon a time, America was born from some centuries of crime
Up in Great Britain
The government was tripping
The people had enough and they wanted
Amendment, don't forget I got the second
It's not your America
I'm hearin' words I never heard in life
Kids go to school to learn, never make it back
hard earned money to the Lord
Harley started drinkin' wound up in Betty Ford to see if he could by a
happy ending
Then some kid who worked in Harley's
hellish time
Despite rescission acts, moved to the states for a better life
Went from the boondocks and was soon lost in America
Needless to say it started
even got a bitch in The Bay named Jessica
I swear, she might give the best mouth in America
Vanessa got a attitude, but her ass meaner
She remind me
Written by the same men that all owned slaves
I can't apologize if you don't feel my rage
The same feeling I get seeing kids in a cage
Constitution has been
so we die by the guns, kids
They tell me not to roll with my Glock
So now I gotta throw away
Floating in the black Benz, trying to do a show a day
so we die by the guns, kids
They tell me not to roll with my Glock
So now I gotta throw away
Floating in the black Benz, trying to do a show a day
so we die by the guns, kids
They tell me not to roll with my Glock
So now I gotta throw away
Floating in the black Benz, trying to do a show a day
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
City, yeah, yeah
DJ EscoMoeCity
DJ Esco, OG Esco, Future
'Bout to walk through
I was standin' in the field, had to get a hot mil'
Used to post
a difference
I am just another nigga go figure
To live in and die in America
To live in and die in America
To be young and then die in America
To be young
Sarah palin got too many kids, sarah palin got too many kids, I know it's obvious
I hope she die soon, arrive soon in India, Tinder is banned, you
to be the thing
That we’re fighting for every
Day, that we’re trying to buy
Back, trying to work for
Especially in America
In America people really do
Today's agenda
Got the suitcase up in the Sentra
Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent ya
Feel the strangest
If no money exchanges
I got these kids in
Watch your step kids.
Don't walk through the night, just stay tucked in.
Take your blankets, close your eyes kids, things are startin' to get gory.
schizophrenic body
The parts of the Interstate where blood red rock
is obscured by a metal fence.
How soft-hearted kids are put in hard-hearted hearses
How even
and Papa picked cotton as kids
How is it proper, me shopping at Lids?
The bid that they did won them no compensation
We own this whole nation by right, I
Nigerians flee for America if it's a racist hub
Jay you still kicking rocks, the facts don't add up
I'm in Nigeria right now 'n' say it still sucks
Livin' in America
Oh, I knock down walls with big iron balls
And I mix cement by the ton
With me tongue hangin' out for a bottle of stout
Sweatin'
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