American Tales

Mma get it I know I can Who are you to tell me that I can't Told them Pack a goat but I want the lamb Thinking they could fuck with me nah think again I got too much on my mind I do too much when I rhyme Armaan straight cold killer I got so much time to shine I attack like a cobra And send shots to your conca I don't really live that life But bet I keep it cool bruh I remember nights when we was young 9-5 was the way Pops gone here mom been there Yhea we did it on our lane Snakes been killed but still there's more I guess we gots to learn that way I guess we gotta keep it cool We gotta pray cuz we here Bet I put a round in this bitch And get a coffin in this shit Speed dial rock star bar killa Where ya been Hey hi you doing They put hate up on your name 505 D.U.B That stays O.G No s.t.o.p I took a right to hell Yhea straight to hell I right my wrongs When I write my wrongs Let me check if it's the mic Let me tell it all over Bet I kick game mike These dudes just jokers But I kick game homie Be in the game no cheat Code homie It's a freak show homie But I recognize phoneys If you the real one Then go ahead show me Finger fuck the game With the sticky icky Where the fuck the bag GIMMIE GIMMIE UH I want this I want that These are American tales With fairy tales This the American dream But we gotta pay