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Still Time American Dream

Or hold them high with white flags Watch the light as I pull up now As it changes to green I close my eyes and I realize The American Dream Something

Ross) Uh, uhhh, cigar please, I came alive like a moff in the Summer time, Japanese wheel blades all samurai, shine brighter than them b-tches on the other side, time

can all it blow, dig this Now you tell me if I'm wrong America is still the best country And that's without a doubt America is still the best country

Alright Alright Alright Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline? Well burn motherfucka burn American dreams Don't everybody like the taste of apple

in this muthaf**ka right when we the illest Same muthaf**kas got the f**k up outta Cleveland Nigga we came up but we still creepin And we still put it

five And Hamilton, my old time friend They put his face on the front of the ten These are the dead, presidents From the hood and they represent The American dream

so sad, 'cause he's dope, right? America's next great white hope, right? So now they feel like they gotta come up with some corny-ass white rapper show, right? 'N which I'm still

, brutality, the elite All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams

pay da bills on time So I be yellin "fuck em" With a dildo sign Five little mama, you a Three star I aint sleepin when I say I'm in my dream car Oh did