The Great Americans

Lyrics

[Intro: Rockie Fresh] Rockie Fresh, and I'm from Chicago (M-M-M-Maybach Music) Where young niggas die every few seconds But we still just wanna be great Americans, yeah [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Uh, I was born to be another number So was number one, I pray I never fumble Uh, I used to wear the cheapest clothes Now my posters in the reefer stores (Huh) I be posted like I'm 7'4" 'Til the day I'm knocking at my heaven's door Just like Club LIV when that confetti fall I fell in love with the game, damn it's a distant love I let her see it just to tell her friends what she saw 200 mil' how I get it, damn I can't be far I keep my sneakers low cut (Uh) Heat fitted, G-5 with the nose up I'm self made, St. Regis with the toast up Room service, Belaire, time to toast up My attraction have African in them happy homes Never seen a square nigga with a happy home All the money generated, double M the greatest (Maybach Music) Rest in peace to every genius that never made it Don't it sound like I'm dedicated? Joe Flacco deal, nigga with hot flows Whole cheerleading squad all through my iPhone All them hoes in my iPhone, nigga, yeah Sneakers snow white, nigga, at the fifty-yard line (Huh) [Interlude: Kay Foxx] It's Kay Foxx reporting live A Carol City rapper facing the music Connected to an alleged robbery and assault Gunplay surrendered at Miami-Dade headquarter The charge armed robbery means he cannot post bond" [Verse 2: Gunplay] Momma poor, daddy poor, what's the antidote? Wind through the window blew the candle out No lights, many cold nights Hungry belly, burning, yearning rice Rent late, on a plate just a blank space Ol' girl lookin' at me with the blank face Made it off a prayer and a saint's grace AKs kept me in a safe space Sucka free for the one-three Probably on tour for the one-four Sucka tried to give me life plus one more But I gave it back and told 'em, "Fuck y'all!" In this day and time, I got a .89 Miami state of mind, cocaine, steak and wine Understand I over came Made it through rain and open flames [Interlude: Rick Ross] Niggas was sold for, practically nothin' Who became the great Americans [Verse 3: Fabolous] Uh, my car be parked out front of Darby (Yeah) My chick Barbie, your bitch gar-B A-G-E, I just A-T-E Sippin' A-C-E over at A-B-E (Nice) And offers, I'm not a back-and-forth'er I don't make friends baby, I make offers Like you can get with this (Or) or you can get with that (Huh) I think you get with this (Huh) cause this is where it's at (Haha) Hate when broke niggas try to play mediator (Word) Keep your two cents to yourself, you might need it later (Word) Silence is golden, duck tape is silver (Yeah) Professional shooters, Leon and Mathilda Yeah, my women vary, just give me a young Tahiry (Feel me?) Who do whatever I ask of her, dead Siri (Feel me?) My theory keep winning as the days change Yesterday's home-runs won't win today's games, nigga Win today's games, nigga, uh [Outro: Rockie Fresh & DJ Scream] Life's a game, it's only how you play it Take advice from a few who made it You got a chance, you should go and take it Get it now, homie, why you waitin'? Got a dream? You should go and chase it Be creative, stop bein' basic Keep it movin', don't be complacent Show love, why you hatin'? You could be somebody famous You could be somebody famous Great American dreams, yeah This the legendary DJ Scream talkin to you "Self Made 3"