American Rapstar

Lyrics

[Intro] An A&R once told me "You can determine the worth of a song within 15 seconds of it playing" With complete and utter lack of the fact That it takes takes all 3 minutes and 40 seconds of a song To comprehend what I'm saying It ain't a single if it don't fly It ain't a hit if it don't ride Now he couldn't tell me the components of a smash But the ringtones were their all-time high And a rappers only as big as his chain, the flashier the better [Hook] They say that money make the world go 'round You never lost 'til you lose your crown And they don't love you till you're under ground Or when you're maxing out your bank account Yeah, you do it all just to live the life Even if it means you don't live it right And even if it means you don't survive the night But if even if you do, you won't survive the hype Of an American rapstar [Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T] Push it to the limit (Why?) Just to get up high with a wood grain kitted? Ride around town like I never lived in it Gun in my dash, pray I never kill with it I'm that real with it Got my eyes on the prize Bills still due, motherfuck 9-5 Searching for a freak that wanna fuck once or twice Wanna buy a bottle but I ain't paid my tithes This ain't no lie, I got a vision and a masterplan To hit the block and blow up like a Taliban I make it where the plane never have to land I make it where them lames never stand a chance Shit, you'll never know, only time'll tell You either starve or you find the scale You either buying or you tryna sell You either fall or you grind the rails [Hook] They say that money make the world go 'round You never lost 'til you lose your crown And they don't love you till you're under ground Or when you're maxing out your bank account Yeah, you do it all just to live the life Even if it means you don't live it right And even if it means you don't survive the night But if even if you do, you won't survive the hype Of an American rapstar [Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T] So watch me get it how I live Waiting on my moment, screaming fuck how they feel Dodging jail cells and them pigs down to kill They shot Oscar Grant, swear it gave a nigga chills Let's keep it real, if you ain't looking, keep your eyes closed Will I pay what I owe? Only God knows I ain't for sure, give me strength just to change what I can't And understand the difference between a nigga and the King that I am Gotta keep your finger on the trigger Pac died, Biggie died, they ain't found the killers Momma say she worried 'cause I rap about the government And how the church caked other people out there struggling (but that's real though) I just call it how it is, folk I'm breathing for a reason, what you here for? They got it where the villains who we cheer for 'Cause they murdered all the heroes [Hook] They say that money make the world go 'round You never lost 'til you lose your crown And they don't love you till you're under ground Or when you're maxing out your bank account Yeah, you do it all just to live the life Even if it means you don't live it right And even if it means you don't survive the night But if even if you do, you won't survive the hype Of an American rapstar