America lyrics

[Intro]
It's goddamn insane when a grown-ass man complain about the pain that he had to maintain when all he got to do was use his brain and make a change
That's goddamn insane
[Verse 1]
I'm a serial killer, spittin' murder words
Man, I was hard 'fore you n*ggas even heard of 'verts
I been runnin' with some hungry n*ggas out the wind
Ran through hell and I'm ready to go back again
Mic in my hand, I'm not Afro or African
If anything, I'm an American n*gga hustlin'
Dogs in the yard, and my jewelry got plenty rocks
Always loved B.I.G. and motherf*ckin' 2Pac
Keep it in the hood, keep it hood, call me Robin Hood
Except I got a .45 when I'm tippin', grippin' wood
I'm not a killer, I don't think I'm some ol' bad n*gga
But when I'm with you I do keep my finger on the trigger
n*ggas be snitchin' then go talk about it with their b*tches
Can't walk in public 'cause they scared them boys come and get them
I can't do nothin' for 'em, can't do nothin' but ignore 'em
When they get him, he gon' wish he wasn't f*ckin' born

[Hook] x4
America - Home of the free, land of the brave
That made every n*gga like me

[Verse 2]
Wake it up, sleep for the weak and the broke, n*gga
Sun here shine like he live up on the coast, n*gga
Raw when I spit it, take a minute 'for you really get it
Straight gutter lyrics like my motherf*ckin' mouth sh*tted
I learned from n*ggas, used to watch 'em now I'm livin' like 'em
Rich or poor, it's a b*tch, try'na break the cycle
My pops was in the streets so naturally I'm in the streets
Watchin' how the hustlers dress and how them pimps speak
I took a page from the book and wrote my own laws
No cut, straight dope, cooked up by 8-ball
Now they call me 8Ball, fat boy, tight flow
[?] a little kid, he kinda good like a tight hoe
Hard top, black tint, whole car bulletproof
The body, the windows, the tires and the rims too
Hennessey and weed, I'm a fiend for the good dro
8Ball, fat boy, momma call me Premro
[Hook] x4
America - Home of the free, land of the brave
That made every n*ggaa like me

[Verse 3]
I come from Memphis, Tennessee, whether you know it or not
The city where Martin Luther King got shot
My folks picked cotton, got no education
Fought and made it easier for my generation
And how we pay 'em back, we kill our own kind
Murder innocent n*ggas who grind for they little shine
Go and do the time, come back home like it's all fine
But all that weed and all that drink keep f*ckin' with yo mind
Somebody look away and you be like a Pitt scratchin'
Ready to pull somethin' out and get to click clackin'
And you don't know that's what they want you to do
It's a trap, made to catch up n*ggas like me and you
It's a shame all the petty sh*t, for bread we'll do
Send your soul straight to hell, try'na keep up with your crew
My word's true, and I ain't never gon' front
I'm a field n*gga, momma didn't raise no punk


[Hook] x4
America - Home of the free, land of the brave
That made every n*gga like me