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paid in amerikkka - tales from the chevelle lyrics

[verse 1: j-coop]
young n-gga started bossing up
n-ggas round me ain’t want nothing
ain’t really tryna get comfortable
i’m tryna double my hustle up
and beat mission impossible
n-ggas said it’s illogical
but they’n know where i’m coming from
and they’n know what i do it for
gotta win you see the score
down three and my knees sore
dig deep when i need more
pull it out and i ease on
this god given, my ambition
heart steady won’t stop ticking
lights fl!cking i’m bout ready
game face i’m bout bidness
game seven i got to win it
no optimism this profit vision
work hard for that pot to p-ss in
work hard for this profit n-gga
didn’t like the story i’m plot twisting
plot thicken it’s getting bigger
ill witted and i’m getting sicker
think quicker than the average n-gga
cause average sh-t don’t gain residuals
game simple no fundamentals
bullsh-ttin over instrumentals
modern day living minstrel
won’t tap dance for a dime or nickel
rappers come by the dime my n-gga
ain’t worried bout no compet-tion
when i hit the stage betta cop a ticket
step out and i shut it down
do it live i know you hear the crowd
i said i step out and i shut it down
do it live i know you hear the crowd
just wanna make my daddy proud
just wanna see my mama smile

[chorus: j-coop]
i been dreaming bout ol skools and pretty women
pearly pistols and benjamin’s long as i remember
paid in full on the tube before i go to school
never change for fame
baby you know the rules

[verse 2: billy vietlanta]
u n-ggas cause friction but listen i see the vision still cooking up like moms kitchen
i’m on a mission
james bond
baby girl wanna have bond
but she too c-cky
big headed it make her way a ton
tryna stack the funds while having fun
i bleed rap
and feast with the roots that is in my gums
at yo local function with coop
got kush in our lungs
tryna cope but they don’t wanna let us b like bun get u chopped and screwed
the streets a have u tied like papa shoes
can’t stop the truth like paul pierce
flow hot like fall gear
i use my head but if we ride u won’t see no top here
so be clear
eye drops only trust eye that’s cyclops

[verse 3: abib jahleel]
living this life of mine
puffing the green
chilling and writing rhymes simply minding mine
n-ggas don’t like it now they minded mine
boy what the f-ck is you on
heaven or earth
n-ggas don’t think that they wrong
pull up and busting the chrome
off of them pills
thinking it’s good for a song
n-ggas be thinking they pac
screaming outlaw til a lil motherf-cker get got
i’m a get mine
imperial
eating cereal
n-gga i’m the cream of the crop
believe it or not
i’m a be riding rolling up all of this weed that i got i don’t be having time
living this life of mine
a constant contradiction
constantly i be tripping
it’s just all a compet-tion
life from my perspective homie this sh-t is no different
and as i pray the lord before he lay me down to sleep
please remind them
i don’t want them thinking this is sweet

- paid in amerikkka lyrics

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