Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards
I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters
Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened
Black honda accord slash four door ford until the drivers are flattened
Style is patent, the measures is drastic
Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick
As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream
Your developmental league don’t see a team
Their leather seats in the two-door mustang shit…
Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit
This is what the american government has urged,
Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first
We don't trust no one american, conservative or libertarian,
Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one
Of which we lack muscle.
I'm like roots, you a new shovel
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