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[Hook]
I been on my own since 15 (15)
Chasing American Dream (Dream)
And Now I Came Here With My Team (My Team)
Chasing American Dream (Repeat 2x)
[Verse1]
I been on my own since 15
Cuz my dad got deported chasing this American dream
So i had to be man even tho ima young teen
& I never had a job but on the block I’m Pushing Green
Ain’t talking bout no chips but that sour brought me cream
& my hands was never dirty so they call me mr. Klean
But my niggas got the strap rifle with the tripple beam
& yea we never reading but got dem magazines
Huh I said we dem young bosses
Stunting every were we go
Like fuck what the cost it
Had a lots fights a lot wins and couple losses
They tried to crucified me jesus Christ up on them crosses
That’s why I draw the line and u niggas cannot cross this
& this is my letter take it to the postal office
And mail it to my haters
Started from the bottom now I’m high on hiatus
(Fuck Niggas)
[Hook]
[Verse2]
I came up from Jamaica on a plane not a boat
I remember being in skool and niggas always cracking jokes
& I was hot headed knife was always at they throat
Had me thinking like a butcher cut his neck of like a goat
But I didn’t, but I got locked up
I did 21 days these niggas got me fucked up
I swear, but life is not fare
Its just rollercoaster ride like when u at the fair
U face some ups and downs and karma comes around
And most these niggas fake wearing make up a clown
& they some bunch a crabs always tryna pull u down
So if u don’t fight I bet u end up on the ground
But im rising to the top I wish a nigga tryna stop me
Or treat me like 2Pac I wish a nigga try to shot me
Or treat me like micheal and try to take the black me
But it don’t really matter mane these haters can’t stop me fully
[Verse3]
I had a dream like martin Luther
And couple nightmares like that nigga Freddy Kruger
And life throw your jabs like the boxer zab judda
& niggas that I grew up with I heard they shooter
Thats why I told my brother go to class and get a tutor
& try to get a deal with apple and make your own computers
Real talk cuz the streets mad grimmy
The streets real cold what its caughing up slimmy
[bridge]
Yea its The American Dream (Rept2x)
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