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The Great Americans

 

The Great Americans

(album: Self Made Vol. 3 - 2013)


[Intro: Rockie Fresh]
Rockie Fresh and I'm from Chicago
Where young niggas die every few seconds
But we still just wanna be great Americans

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I was born to be another number
So was number 1, I pray I never fumble
I used to wear the cheapest clothes
Now my posters in the reefer stores
I be posted like I'm 7'4
Till the day I'm knocking at my heaven's door
Just like club LIV when that confetti fall
I fell in love with the game, damn it's a distant love
I let her see it just to tell her friends what she saw
200 mill how I get it, damn I can't be far
I keep my sneakers low cut
Heat fitted, G-5 with the nose up
Self made St. Regis with the toast up
Roomservice, Belaire time to toast up
My attraction have African in them happy homes
Never seen a square nigga with a happy home
All the money generated, double M the greatest
Rest in peace to every genius that never made it
Don't it sound like I'm dedicated
Joe Flacco deal, nigga with hot flows
Whole cheerleading squad all through my iPhone
All them hoes in my iPhone, nigga

[Interlude: Kay Foxx]
"It's Kay Foxx reporting live. A Carol City rapper facing the music connected to an alleged robbery and assault. Gunplay surrendered at Miami-Dade headquarter the charge armed robbery means he cannot post bond."

[Verse 2: Gunplay]
Momma poor, Daddy poor, what's the antidote?
Wind through the window blew the candle out
No lights, many cold nights
Hungry belly burning yearning rice
Rent late, on a plate just a blank space
Old girl looking at me with the blank face
Made it off a prayer and a saint's grace
AK's kept me in a safe space
Sucka free for the one three
Probably on tour for the one four
Sucka tried to give me life plus one more
But I gave it back and told them "fuck y'all!"
In this day and time I got a 89
Miami state of mind, cocaine, steak and wine
Understand Understand I over came
Made it through rain and open flames

[Interlude: Rick Ross]

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
My car be parked out front of Darby
My chick Barbie, your bitch Gar-B
A-G-E, I just A-T-E, sipping A-C-E over at A-B-E
I'm no golfer I'm not a back and further
I don't make friends, baby I make offers
Like you can get with this, or you can get with that
I think you get with this, cause this is where it's at
Hate when broke niggas try to play mediator
Keep your two cents to yourself, you might need it later
Silence is golden, then duck tape is silver
Professional shooters Leon and Mathilda
My woman vary just give me a young Tahiry
Who do whatever I ask of her, dead Siri
My theory keep winning as the days change
Yesterday's home-runs won't win today's games, nigga
Win today's games, nigga...

done

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