"AMERICAN" lyrics
Mm
Of all this shit, the truth is, ah (I'm finna tell you)
Hey, hey, mm, hey
Rings, chains
Niggas changed, I wonder why, hood fame
Bare arms, America
The truth is I'm afraid of myself, yeah (Yeah)
I'm afraid of myself, yeah (Yo)
Niggas know how I get, so back the fuck up, I'm scared of myself
Rings, chains, certified
Niggas changed, I wonder why
Hood fame, what the fuck?
Bare arms, America
That nigga just like Dro, he a run-off
Duckin' and runnin', looks like he a bum (Yeah, wow, wow, wow)
Why you upset 'bout that ho? You a nut
She not my bitch, but we definitely fucked (Yeah, wow, wow, wow)
It ain't the first, but I'm makin' some guap
She not the first girl that not givin' top (Wow, wow, wow, wow)
You in her DM, I'm up in the clouds
She barely see me, she callin' me Papa (Grr, woah)
She like, "Dada, where you been at all my life?" (Oh, oh)
I might do that, I might not
I might shoot back, I might strike
I might shoot up the club in this bitch, you get my vibe
I smoke too much, lil' Dro not Buddha, she just my vibe
She wear Puma, I like that too much, I think that's nice
Don't do too much or shit get blown up with dynamite (Wow, wow, wow)
Fuck it, I'ma bag chase all my life, I've been gettin' richer and richer and richer
In the strip club, change a pretty ho life, still gettin' richer and richer and richer
All I care about is my people, all I care about is us healin'
All I care about is this ganja, I get high and feel like smokin' (All I)
I ain't tryna see you right now, I'm just on my shit (Yeah)
I ain't tryna be the bad guy, I'm just tryna live (Yeah, yeah)
The truth is I'm afraid of myself, yeah (Yeah)
I'm afraid of myself, yeah (Yo)
Niggas know how I get, so back the fuck up, I'm scared of myself
Rings, chains, certified
Niggas changed, I wonder why
Hood fame, what the fuck?
Bare arms, America
That nigga just like Dro, he a run-off
Duckin' and runnin', looks like he a bum (Yeah, wow, wow, wow)
Why you upset 'bout that ho? You a nut
She not my bitch, but we definitely fucked (Yeah, wow, wow, wow)
It ain't the first, but I'm makin' some guap
She not the first girl that not givin' top (Wow, wow, wow, wow)
You in her DM, I'm up in the clouds
She barely see me, she callin' me Papa (Grr, woah)
Of all this shit, the truth is, ah (I'm finna tell you)
Hey, hey, mm, hey
Rings, chains
Niggas changed, I wonder why, hood fame
Bare arms, America
The truth is I'm afraid of myself, yeah (Yeah)
I'm afraid of myself, yeah (Yo)
Niggas know how I get, so back the fuck up, I'm scared of myself
Rings, chains, certified
Niggas changed, I wonder why
Hood fame, what the fuck?
Bare arms, America
That nigga just like Dro, he a run-off
Duckin' and runnin', looks like he a bum (Yeah, wow, wow, wow)
Why you upset 'bout that ho? You a nut
She not my bitch, but we definitely fucked (Yeah, wow, wow, wow)
It ain't the first, but I'm makin' some guap
She not the first girl that not givin' top (Wow, wow, wow, wow)
You in her DM, I'm up in the clouds
She barely see me, she callin' me Papa (Grr, woah)
She like, "Dada, where you been at all my life?" (Oh, oh)
I might do that, I might not
I might shoot back, I might strike
I might shoot up the club in this bitch, you get my vibe
I smoke too much, lil' Dro not Buddha, she just my vibe
She wear Puma, I like that too much, I think that's nice
Don't do too much or shit get blown up with dynamite (Wow, wow, wow)
Fuck it, I'ma bag chase all my life, I've been gettin' richer and richer and richer
In the strip club, change a pretty ho life, still gettin' richer and richer and richer
All I care about is my people, all I care about is us healin'
All I care about is this ganja, I get high and feel like smokin' (All I)
I ain't tryna see you right now, I'm just on my shit (Yeah)
I ain't tryna be the bad guy, I'm just tryna live (Yeah, yeah)
The truth is I'm afraid of myself, yeah (Yeah)
I'm afraid of myself, yeah (Yo)
Niggas know how I get, so back the fuck up, I'm scared of myself
Rings, chains, certified
Niggas changed, I wonder why
Hood fame, what the fuck?
Bare arms, America
That nigga just like Dro, he a run-off
Duckin' and runnin', looks like he a bum (Yeah, wow, wow, wow)
Why you upset 'bout that ho? You a nut
She not my bitch, but we definitely fucked (Yeah, wow, wow, wow)
It ain't the first, but I'm makin' some guap
She not the first girl that not givin' top (Wow, wow, wow, wow)
You in her DM, I'm up in the clouds
She barely see me, she callin' me Papa (Grr, woah)
Writer(s): Tyto, Danny Jerome Jenrette, Michael Virgil Romito
