Made In America

Made in America

That's a triple entendre, Jay-Z eat your heart out

It's the Mafia, La Familia

All that, whatever you want to call it

I'm stashing the guap in the wall, Cuban links and we copping them all

Not the chains you can cop in the mall, watching the long arm of the law

At a lamppost, the powders in my palm

Outside the palm, this life's a circus and it make a playa feel calm

Plus I can hold a whole bird on the arm, my dawg remembered every single verse but the Psalm

Remember this song, life too long, big ass blade so I'm like Mulan

Filet mignon, knife too long