Rick Ross, Rockie Fresh, Gunplay, Fabolous - The Great Americans lyrics

William Roberts II

Fabolous [John David Jackson]

[Rick Ross, Rockie Fresh, Gunplay, Fabolous - The Great Americans lyrics]

Rockie Fresh, and I'm from Chicago
(M-M-M-Maybach Music)
Where young niggas die every few seconds
But we still just wanna be great Americans
Yeah

Uh, I was born to be another number
So was number one, I pray I never fumble
Uh, I used to wear the cheapest clothes
Now my posters in the reefer stores (Huh)
I be posted like I’m 7’4"
'Til 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 mil' how I get it, damn I can't be far
I keep my sneakers low cut (Uh)
Heat fitted, G-5 with the nose up
I'm self made, St regis with the toast up
Room service, 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 (Maybach Music)
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, yeah
Sneakers snow white, nigga
At the fifty yard line (Huh)

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"

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
Ol' girl lookin' at me with the blank face
Made it off a prayer and a saint's grace
AKs 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 'em
"Fuck y'all!"
In this day and time, I got a 89
Miami state of mind, cocaine, steak and wine
Understand I over came
Made it through rain and open flames

Niggas was sold for, practically nothin'
Who became the great Americans

Uh, my car be parked out front of Darby
(yeah) my chick Barbie, your bitch gar-B
A-G-E, I just A T-E
Sippin' A-C-E over at A-B-E (Nice)
And offers, I'm not a back-and-forth'er
I don't make friends baby, I make offers
Like you can get with this
(Or) or you can get with that (Huh)
I think you get with this
(Huh) cause this is where it's at (Haha)
Hate when broke niggas try to play mediator
(Word) keep your two cents to yourself
You might need it later (Word)
Silence is golden, duck tape is silver (yeah)
Professional shooters, Leon and Mathilda
Yeah, my women vary
Just give me a young Tahiry (Feel me?)
Who do whatever I ask of her, dead Siri
(Feel me?)
My theory keep winning as the days change
Yesterday's home-runs won't win
Today's games, nigga
Win today's games, nigga, uh

Life's a game, it's only how you play it
Take advice from a few who made it
You got a chance, you should go and take it
Get it now, homie, why you waitin'?
Got a dream? You should go and chase it
Be creative, stop bein' basic
Keep it movin', don't be complacent
Show love, why you hatin'?
You could be somebody famous
You could be somebody famous
Great American dreams, yeah
This the legendary DJ Scream talkin to you
"Self Made 3"

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