Americans

Plenty of nights, selling it like

Promise I'll get you whatever you like

It's never a hype

I never want to see no one dead or get life

My enemies might

Protecting yourselves from the American right

America's fight

Riding around, chasing it down

Down to a bird, eight to a pound

I'll bring that shit now

Found out your dog wouldn't stand up at all

They made him sit down

Fucked up his shot when they gave him the ball

He's saying he got foul

I say that's a story to tell later on

Where the paper at now?

Seven they got it, that paper's all gone

Now he lays on the ground

I do keep on hearing a similar song

There's be haters around

Got a new jaw, let's bring it along

Dangerous out

Plenty of nights, selling it like

Promise I'll get you whatever you like

It's never a hype

I never want to see no one dead or get life

My enemies might

Protecting yourselves from the American right

America's fight

Plenty of nights, selling it like

Promise I'll get you whatever you like

It's never a hype

I never want to see no one dead or get life

My enemies might

Protecting yourselves from the American right

America's fight

Plenty of nights, ready to slice

Throat's broke to get me a slice

It's been getting tight

I never was like, let's settle this right

I never was like, better with metal

When getting in fights, than getting on mics

The angel who sat on my shoulder has left

The devil was right

When I got so high I ran into a plug, we met on a flight

Saw him and dab him and give him a hug, and send him to Christ

Out who in heaven's gonna see all these drugs

And send an invite

Plenty of nights, selling it like

Promise I'll get you whatever you like

It's never a hype

I never want to see no one dead or get life

My enemies might