Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price
It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies
The speed causes laughter
That damier bag i bought her
12 and 16, were 3/4 of the way through.
Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh
Fuck what i say lets shoot this bitch up like it's the french revolution!/
I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position
I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him
The person you love just gets stolen and causes commotion
Doctors told me your mom had a deformation, but its ok dude, i may be rude,
And you wonder why you,can never seem to get a piece of the american pie dude
Then take over the world and start a revolution,
Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion
I spitting bars the metronome the money machine
As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream
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