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Americans
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Hip-Hop
Americans was released on August 1, 2025 by T.C.F. Music Group / OT The Real, LLC as a part of the album Possession With Intent
album cover
Release DateAugust 1, 2025
LabelT.C.F. Music Group / OT The Real, LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM143

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
OT The Real
OT The Real
Rap
38 Spesh
38 Spesh
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen P. Odell
Stephen P. Odell
Songwriter
Justin Harrell
Justin Harrell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
38 Spesh
38 Spesh
Producer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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
Written by: Justin Harrell, Stephen P. Odell
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