American Dream Lyrics

I'll be honest, I don't trust y'all

Y'all too wack, I could dust y'all

I'm like Shaq, I could bust y'all

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Everybody say I'm a must saw

Must see, that I'm dusty

And I'm grubby, but they love me

Like I'm hubby

It's so outlandish

Used to hate now they fanning

Tutelage in my talent

You know, I'm used to feeling this panic

I got the devil coming in branding

Some days I wish that I could just vanish, poof

It's been indicated I'm flawed

I drink a little too much sauce, ay

I stare a bit up at the cross

I don't know man, I don't know

Listen, I wanna believe

I wanna do good to the people I meet

I wanna look closely at those in the crease

The underbelly of the American Dream

I wanna believe

I wanna do good to the people I meet

I wanna look closely at those in the crease

The underbelly of the American Dream

Fuck yo couch, I'ma mud that up

Rick James stoned, I messed it up

Do you stress enough

Do you get rest enough

Does it kinda feel like they get the best of us

I'm itching

I'm getting sick of these bitches

I'm tired now, but I'm different

She crying out like she miss this

And she kiss this

I don't wanna drift no more

I don't wanna lose myself in space

My god, my Grace

You good, I'm great

Cool, sorry I'm late

Sorry I'm baked

I'm still the best in the city

Don't act like you ain't fucking know I'm the shit

They told me no weapon shall prosper against me

I'm holding a knife in my grip, ay

I wanna believe

I wanna do good to the people I meet

I wanna look closely at those in the crease

The underbelly of the American Dream

I wanna believe

I wanna do good to the people I meet

I wanna look closely at those in the crease

The underbelly of the American Dream