America

Produced by ID Labs

Being here in America doesn't make you an American

Being born here in America doesn't make you an American

I see America through the eyes of the victim

I don't see any American dream, I see an American nigh****are

Power to the people

[01:37][02:50]We got more crack in the ghetto than they could grow in Columbia

[01:40][02:53]Put this *******t right in front of ya, this is America!

[01:43][02:56]We got more guns in the hood than soldiers out on the line

[01:46][02:59]See hustlers out on they grind, how you get rich in America

[01:49][03:02]And we all just tryin' to make it, all around the world

[01:52][03:05]For those who never mistake it, ain't no place like America

[01:55][03:08]And your pride get hard to swallow when everything controlled

[01:59][03:12]By that all mighty dollar, we don't fear God in America

Okay the sun rise from the east, the west marked by the beast

The crime rate in my city still risin' like yeast

My young homie said, "***** school" and hit the block

I try to tell him, "Be thankful for the *******t you got"

Cause ain't nobody gon' do nothin' for you

They gave the ghetto **** to hang ourselves then kick the bucket for you

Still throwin' rocks at the pen, full of **** spot

My homie just got out and locked up again

Cause ain't no discipline (Not at all)

Speakin' frankly, it's all about the Benjamins

More chiefs than Indians

That's why I just be playin' my part (my part)

Keep doin' my thing thing

My phone like a telethon, it always go ring ring

My hands cash registered, they always go ching ching

Call me Joe Blow, cause I'm smokin' that mean green

Gotta stay high to deal with all these characters

Cash rules everything all over America

Na *****, we tryin' to ball *****

Bullets ejecting enter give him a hot winter

From a nobody ***** to top-tener

To *******es givin' head just hopin' that I remember

Obama lied, ain't see *******t changed

The ******* came, with no shame, we does our thing

My gang go bang, his blog be tHe same

Her block be the same

I just migHt get rid of tHat range and cop me a plane

I'm ghetto fabulous, not corporate but ***** rich

Jesus Christ can't believe tHis *******t

The pistol on me make me feel grave

Ya man murked could make you feel hate

A murder squad get the ?

God couldn't help me with the bills I pay

So I'm stealin' the collection plate

Prayed to him, guess he answered late

On my knees just tired of tryin' to get His attention

So ***** it, I'm back to *******in'

Everybody on welfare,nobody got healthcare

War goin' on right here, the president well aware

Come through your city, but won't visit the ghetto there

We in our own world from California to Delaware

The black market, yeah the hood be arrangin'

How the prices be inflatin' all the goods we exchangin'

To be doctor was my earlier plan

Til experience let me know I had the world in my hand

Now I got so many girls in my pants

Don't know if they reachin' for me, or the Jacksons and grams

I see my fans, they all happen to ask

Young Bo, when you gon' put the game back in the trance?

I'm like, "I'm on it, I'm on it"

You see how I be doin' it

I feel it then I record it, sound the same when I'm performing

To tell the truth, the crack game was never boring

Bet they'll be the best memories we talk about tourin'