Misery loves my company
Yet I'm livin' comfortably
When it comes to what Is said or
What you really think about it I mean
That shit is under me
I might be an asshole
But I ain't f*ckin' leavin' till
You pay me what I asked for
Whippin' in that hooptie like a Ghini
Need a track hawk
My bitch bad, yeah she back talk
Cause I'm an asshole, didn't ask, I'm back now
I'm in the background, 6'3 and I stand out
Got the family on me, thinkin' how much better could it get
Then blew the pack down long, leafin' you passed out
Smokin' since a youngin', stoner shit, know the etiquette
I lit medicine, resin is on my head
Again fed up but flowin' better
Coming and know it's evident
Runnin' and gunnin'
Turning nothing to something
F*ck it
Done with you pussies get you gone with no evidence
Big steppa imma pimp
Rippin' through the Michi border with a hundred zips bumping Nip
Lil' boy, you ain't built like this
I mix chronic with liquor, I'm makin' noise with the whole damn clique
Independent, the money comin', ain't gotta split it
If I said I want it, that's what I started and gotta finish
Be with them certified dogs, a couple sticks, I'm like a politician
But from the bottom where my pot to piss in
It's all authentic, regardless for y'all who got it twisted
I'll be f*ckin' damned if y'all ever try me and caught him slippin
That's how I'm livin', I'll get it and they gon' change up
Scraped from the bottom of the barrel when they made a muh f*cka
But I'm here to stay, I duck cops, hotboxing on the interstate
I'm starin' death in the face, y'all shit mids to my high grade
Rollin' up that high tech, smokin' on the devil's candy
Yeah, just know when I walked in, got it strapped on me, never say much
Still roll with that same squad, countin' money up and got a paper cut
Whole team with them blades comin', thirty points on me like a big buck
Give me four months, get that milli goin', then we all growin', ain't no pay cuts
Lately I'm thankin' the gods for wakin' up, cuz I've been blessed with a new day
Then went from underdog to an Audemar, I done got me a new rank
Still keepin' it tucked on me like an outlaw, been dodging the blue paint
I 's stalked by the county for two days, still roll with the crew, sippin' Deuce
Who'da thank, it's another day
It's all been the same, we fight for the dollar, we slippin' away
Acknowledge the pain, we fightin' for somethin' and die either way
My freedom to rage, I'm holdin' my demons, they bighten' the chain
The American Dream
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Misery loves my company
Yet I'm livin' comfortably
When it comes to what Is said or
What you really think about it I mean
That shit is under me
I might be an asshole
But I ain't f*ckin' leavin' till
You pay me what I asked for
Whippin' in that hooptie like a Ghini
Need a track hawk
My bitch bad, yeah she back talk
Cause I'm an asshole, didn't ask, I'm back now
I'm in the background, 6'3 and I stand out
Got the family on me, thinkin' how much better could it get
Then blew the pack down long, leafin' you passed out
Smokin' since a youngin', stoner shit, know the etiquette
I lit medicine, resin is on my head
Again fed up but flowin' better
Coming and know it's evident
Runnin' and gunnin'
Turning nothing to something
F*ck it
Done with you pussies get you gone with no evidence
Big steppa imma pimp
Rippin' through the Michi border with a hundred zips bumping Nip
Lil' boy, you ain't built like this
I mix chronic with liquor, I'm makin' noise with the whole damn clique
Independent, the money comin', ain't gotta split it
If I said I want it, that's what I started and gotta finish
Be with them certified dogs, a couple sticks, I'm like a politician
But from the bottom where my pot to piss in
It's all authentic, regardless for y'all who got it twisted
I'll be f*ckin' damned if y'all ever try me and caught him slippin
That's how I'm livin', I'll get it and they gon' change up
Scraped from the bottom of the barrel when they made a muh f*cka
But I'm here to stay, I duck cops, hotboxing on the interstate
I'm starin' death in the face, y'all shit mids to my high grade
Rollin' up that high tech, smokin' on the devil's candy
Yeah, just know when I walked in, got it strapped on me, never say much
Still roll with that same squad, countin' money up and got a paper cut
Whole team with them blades comin', thirty points on me like a big buck
Give me four months, get that milli goin', then we all growin', ain't no pay cuts
Lately I'm thankin' the gods for wakin' up, cuz I've been blessed with a new day
Then went from underdog to an Audemar, I done got me a new rank
Still keepin' it tucked on me like an outlaw, been dodging the blue paint
I 's stalked by the county for two days, still roll with the crew, sippin' Deuce
Who'da thank, it's another day
It's all been the same, we fight for the dollar, we slippin' away
Acknowledge the pain, we fightin' for somethin' and die either way
My freedom to rage, I'm holdin' my demons, they bighten' the chain
The American Dream
Yet I'm livin' comfortably
When it comes to what Is said or
What you really think about it I mean
That shit is under me
I might be an asshole
But I ain't f*ckin' leavin' till
You pay me what I asked for
Whippin' in that hooptie like a Ghini
Need a track hawk
My bitch bad, yeah she back talk
Cause I'm an asshole, didn't ask, I'm back now
I'm in the background, 6'3 and I stand out
Got the family on me, thinkin' how much better could it get
Then blew the pack down long, leafin' you passed out
Smokin' since a youngin', stoner shit, know the etiquette
I lit medicine, resin is on my head
Again fed up but flowin' better
Coming and know it's evident
Runnin' and gunnin'
Turning nothing to something
F*ck it
Done with you pussies get you gone with no evidence
Big steppa imma pimp
Rippin' through the Michi border with a hundred zips bumping Nip
Lil' boy, you ain't built like this
I mix chronic with liquor, I'm makin' noise with the whole damn clique
Independent, the money comin', ain't gotta split it
If I said I want it, that's what I started and gotta finish
Be with them certified dogs, a couple sticks, I'm like a politician
But from the bottom where my pot to piss in
It's all authentic, regardless for y'all who got it twisted
I'll be f*ckin' damned if y'all ever try me and caught him slippin
That's how I'm livin', I'll get it and they gon' change up
Scraped from the bottom of the barrel when they made a muh f*cka
But I'm here to stay, I duck cops, hotboxing on the interstate
I'm starin' death in the face, y'all shit mids to my high grade
Rollin' up that high tech, smokin' on the devil's candy
Yeah, just know when I walked in, got it strapped on me, never say much
Still roll with that same squad, countin' money up and got a paper cut
Whole team with them blades comin', thirty points on me like a big buck
Give me four months, get that milli goin', then we all growin', ain't no pay cuts
Lately I'm thankin' the gods for wakin' up, cuz I've been blessed with a new day
Then went from underdog to an Audemar, I done got me a new rank
Still keepin' it tucked on me like an outlaw, been dodging the blue paint
I 's stalked by the county for two days, still roll with the crew, sippin' Deuce
Who'da thank, it's another day
It's all been the same, we fight for the dollar, we slippin' away
Acknowledge the pain, we fightin' for somethin' and die either way
My freedom to rage, I'm holdin' my demons, they bighten' the chain
The American Dream
Writer: Keaton Francis
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