American Idols

Album cover art for "American Idols" by Xzibit & Symba (USA)

Xzibit & Symba (USA) - Rap, Hip-Hop

American Idols

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Duration: 3:08

Lyrics

[Intro: Xzibit] Uh-huh Where does shit go? [Verse 1: Xzibit] Tell me ain't no mountain high enough Fire trucks, you know what happens when them wires touch (Boom) Made a gang of noise with these quiet bucks I move in silence, you gotta keep a pair of quiet Chucks It's been one hell of a ride, pray for plenty more Have you talking to a ghost like you Demi Moore Celebrating my losses, let the Henny pour Friendly wars, fuck you and your thoughts, that's what this penny for You came from nothing, you appreciate everything I know that pain, only family you got is your gang Praying for your day in the sun, but it never came Don't let 'em kill your dreams like Martin at the Lorraine I'm so insightful, pick up the rifle American idols, eye for an idol You better get Geico or die slow Cut to the chase, we all got music to face Xzibit back at the dinner table, Sidney Poitier But this what I know Crack babies with high hopes, come look into my scope These days, everything a nigga touch go pyro Different flames, different name, different game If you think flying private makes you rich, we are on different planes Dre showed us what happens after math Invest in yourself, that's how you get to the bag Every bit of Bitcoin was built to take your last Why fuck with the Metaverse? You can never touch the cash They say the wealthiest businessmen become suicidal Give a fuck, nigga we up, they can suck my Eiffel Deals with the devil, what would you do for a title? It's all bullshit, my people, American idols [Verse 2: Symba] Papa was a rolling stone Mama raised me on her own, she ain't do no wrong (I love you, mama) All my idols dead and they ain't coming home I just wish I wouldn't have glorified, shit, I shouldn't have known Drug deals, robberies, and pimping hoes But I can't blame myself for being programmed and pigeon-holed It's rare when niggas get it right and crack the code Especially from the stove, that's why most of us look up to Hov I come from the worst, where niggas hate you at your best 'Cause people feel like it's a certain amount of seats to success I'm dying for respect, I'm not living with no regrets 'Cause people who got regrets be downplaying your check (Yeah) Nick Cannon rich enough to go live on an island Niggas think he corny 'cause he ain't killed nobody (Damn) Kyrie donate twenty mil' and still ain't take no credit (Damn) Kanye dropped some Jews and now he too anti-semitic (Shh) Message to my niggas in the streets who out here killing These crackers want you dead so they can traumatize your children They make us kill our own through circumstances we was given You only killed my idol 'cause he had you in your feelings [Outro] Breaking news out of Southern California Eric R. Holder Jr. was sentenced to sixty years to life in prison for the murder of Nipsey Hussle back in 2019 Holder was also convicted of two counts of attempted voluntary manslaughter in the death of the famous rapper

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Credits

Writers
  • Varick “Smitty” Smith
  • Xzibit
  • Symba (USA)
  • Sndtrak