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(Aye, record me on this one) You ain't got shit on a nigga Jackpot for the shot Tell me, what's the goin' bid on a nigga? "We done made it in America" Who the fuck is "we", then, my nigga? Swear the trees and the leaves talk to me Is you knowin'? Is you sowin'? What's the difference? Is you goin'? Is you with it? You ain't got shit on a nigga Jackpot for the shot Tell me, what's the goin' bid on a nigga? "We done made it in America" Who the fuck is "we", then, my nigga? Swear the trees and the leaves talk to me Is you knowin'? Is you sowin'? What's the difference? Is you goin'? Is you with it? Just another journey Just adjust the picture Persecution Nation Pay the perfect witness Find the foolish nigga Show him superficial Show up where he living, zoo amongst the buildings Who amongst here gathered got affinities for killing? Really, who amongst here gathered still remember people stealin' People cheerin', people screamin', teacher's lyin' through veneers They can't really have you knowin' what they're capable of seedin' They gon' force-feed you manure 'til you can't help but quit breathing Tell me, Lord, tell me, I'm a ship sitting 'cross sand (ooh) Born as a fugitive in a lost land Born with the mind round my neck With the staff in my left and the Glock 9 in my right hand Young nigga, you don't know, you don't know What the world got in store for the 4 AM skin type Admiration at the shows, at the shows, stadiums, and the domes But it's hell on a nigga flight You ain't got shit on a nigga Jackpot for the shot Tell me, what's the goin' bid on a nigga? "We done made it in America" Who the fuck is "we", then, my nigga? Swear the trees and the leaves talk to me Is you knowin'? Is you sowin'? What's the difference? Is you goin'? Is you with it? You ain't got shit on a nigga Jackpot for the shot Tell me, what's the goin' bid on a nigga? "We done made it in America" (made it in America) Who the fuck is "we", then, my nigga? Swear the trees and the leaves talk to me Is you knowin'? Is you sowin'? What's the difference? Is you goin'? Is you with it? Bill collectors callin', I don't answer numbers I don't recognize Life is crazy at the moment, I'll admit it I'm authentic, everything these cookie-cutter rappers missin' Hit the genetic lottery, I was blessed and born with it I love watermelon and the melanin that's in my skin Fuck you think, nigga? I ain't never been ashamed of neither one Take a minute to consider who among you is the realest If he claim he killin' snitches, he prolly the main one Who the fuck you think you is? To judge another nigga livin' Motherfucker, you ain't God (hallelujah) Mind ya motherfuckin' business Respect is only earned when you snatch it off they fingertips Addicted to victory, psychedelics, and the leafy shit You slimy with the cheddar but you petty with the greasiness I came to fuck the world, hit it raw, bust, and leave it in You ain't got shit on a nigga Jackpot for the shot Tell me, what's the goin' bid on a nigga? "We done made it in America" Who the fuck is "we", then, my nigga? Swear the trees and the leaves talk to me Is you knowin'? Is you sowin'? What's the difference? Is you goin'? Is you with it? You ain't got shit on a nigga Jackpot for the shot Tell me, what's the goin' bid on a nigga? "We done made it in America" Who the fuck is "we", then, my nigga? Swear the trees and the leaves talk to me Is you knowin'? Is you sowin'? What's the difference? Is you goin'? Is you with it? (Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay) (Yup) (Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay) (Yup) At this point, I'm sure you're wondering what's the point of all this Who the fuck can tell you that, other than yourself?
Writer(s): Zeon Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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