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Kids In America
Yo Lyrically, I
blast back when I
smash tracks Wipe the
sweat from on my brow and turn my Polo cap back Like Ash Ketchum, I
take the
beats and I
wreck em' They talking down, I'ma check em', ain't touchin my beat selection, nah Been in the
Hyperbolic Time Chamber, training up A&R's are blowing up my phone but I
been hanging up We off the
shits, purple weed, I
call it Prince Catch me dripping in some Tommy Hilfiger or some Ralph Lauren My mental state is Professor Charles Xavier They can hardly lift the
mic but for me, that shit is weightless I
was destined for greatness because I
put in the
work This for the
kids in they bedroom who just don't know what they worth, yo "Who the
fuck is Oliver?" Bitch, you ain't heard of him? He'll stick the
microphone through a
rapper like shuriken Yeah, we four deep in the
Camry I
flew my team to Miami, that's word to grandpa and daddy I
realized that I
can never trade this quiet life for hedonism How do these rappers sleep at night with the
way they be living? Teaching kids that popping percocets and fucking bitches All there is to do in the
short amount of time that we given Yo, so while I'm here, I
gots to spread the
wisdom The
game fucked up, that paper turn you to a
victim Don't let these mothafuckers diminish your character Kim Wilde, we the
kids in America Yo, got lemon pepper on my Polo sweater I'm coming for whoever, ain't nobody do it better Sipping out a
coconut and chilling on the
sand Prolly rolling through my city while I'm thumbing through a
band Man, these artificial limbs, they got me stronger than ever I'd tear you rappers to shreds if I
wanted, whenever Ripped knees on my Polo jeans, flannels like its '93 Smoking good weed up on the
beach under the
palm trees Graffiti streets, broken glass, and concrete Why you lil' rappers always gots to beef with OG's? Now we on the
top floor, that's the
presidential suite, yo Nikes On My Feet, that made my cypher complete Sometimes I
rap 'cause I
love it, sometimes I
rap for the
hell of it Personality split like Mr. Robot and Elliot, yeah My mic check leave you wet like a
TEC Tryna keep the
Reaper off me, crucifix on my neck, yo Yeah, that's word to Weezy F. Baby Been a
few years since the
kid did wwaavvyy Bulletproof glass on a
G-Class 'Cedes I'ma do me 'til the
day I
push daisies Shouts go out to Ber, shouts go out to Aahj Shouts go out to every kid who worked a
shitty job Y'all can keep the
gold chains, pussy, hop in the
whip Look me in my eyes and tell me I
ain't body this shit, bitch Yo All the
work 2018, yeah Whole lotta gang shit
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