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"America"
[feat. Schoolboy Q]


Power to the people

We got more crack in the ghetto than makin' grow in Columbia
Put this shit right in front of ya (Yup! This is America)
We've got more guns than the hall than soldiers out on the line
See hustlers out on their grind (I can get rich in America)
And we all just tryna make it all around the world
But don't you never mistake (ain't no place like America)
And your pride gets hard to swallow when everything controlled by that almighty dollar
(We don't fear God in America)

Ok the sun rise from the east, the west smoke by the piece
The crime rate in my city still rising like niss
My young homie said fuck school and hit the block
I tried to tell him be thankful for the shit you got
Cause ain't nobody gon do nothing for you (nah)
They gave the ghetto dope to hang ourselves then kick the bucket for you
Still throwin' rocks at the pen from the dope spot
My home boy just got out and locked up again
Cause ain't no dissup (not at all)
Speaking frankly, it's all about the Benjamins
More chiefs than Indians
That's why I just be playin' my part part
Keep doing my thing thing
My phone like a telefine, it's always gon ring ring
My hands cash register, they always go ching ching
Call me Joe Blow cause I'm smokin' that lean green
Gotta stay high to deal with all these characters
Cash rules everything all over America

We got more crack in the ghetto than makin' grow in Columbia
Put this shit right in front of ya (Yup! This is America)
We've got more guns than the hall than soldiers out on the line
See hustlers out on their grind (I can get rich in America)
And we all just tryna make it all around the world
But don't you never mistake (ain't no place like America)
And your pride gets hard to swallow when everything controlled by that almighty dollar
(We don't fear God in America)

Nah nigga, we tryin' to ball nigga
Well it's ejectin' into getting my hot winner
From a nobody nigga to top tenner
To bitches give you the head, just hopin' that I remember
Obama lied, ain't see shit changed
The cocaine came, with no shame we does our thing
My gang go bang, this block we're the same
Our block be the same, I might just get rid of that rage
And cup me a plane, I'm ghetto fabulous
Not corporate but nigga rich
Jesus Christ can't believe this shit
The pistol on me make me feel great
Your mad murk can make you feel hate
Murder squad, get your sale first
God couldn't help me with the bills I paid
So I'm still in the collection play
Pray to him and get the answer late
On my knees, just tired of trying to get his attention
So fuck it, I'm back to this shit

We got more crack in the ghetto than makin' grow in Columbia
Put this shit right in front of ya (Yup! This is America)
We've got more guns than the hall than soldiers out on the line
See hustlers out on their grind (I can get rich in America)
And we all just tryna make it all around the world
But don't you never mistake (ain't no place like America)
And your pride gets hard to swallow when everything controlled by that almighty dollar
(We don't fear God in America)

Everybody on welfare, nobody got health care
The war going on right here
The president well aware
Come to your city but we'll visit the ghetto there
We in our own world from California to Delaware
The black mafia
Yea, the hood be arrangin' how the prices be inflated on the goods we exchangin'
Ain't got the damn
To be a doctor was my earlier plan
Still experience let me know I had the world in my hands
Now I got so many girls in my pants
Don't know if they're reaching for me or the Jacksons and Grants
I see my fans, they all hoppin' the aks
Young Bo, will you go put the game back in a trance?
I'm like I'm on it I'm on it
You see how I be doing it
I feel it then I record it
Sound the same when I perform it
To tell the truth, the crack game was never borer
Let them be the best memories we talk about tourin'
Gie

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