American Disco Free as Frank Zappa alpha male kappa I stand tall on god remain dapper I bang raw,what’s law is in the trapper I rep y’all sure fa sho my bruh keeper Villains out about street sweeper Ok I slay and think deeper Day late to save the day neega AK my name out in Naija Lagos or bust to get the Naira Bring me flowers,cowards I’m alive Green leaf sour power nothing jive Like dem colorful hair and white lies And white guys that love black lives And black guys that that love white lies Real like Rawanda,real no Wakanda I may back track to that reminder Up in Andre crib on that recliner Eyes fixed on screen And niggas rapping G rap and Nas Man it could happen Without the fast life and all the trappin Currently magazines Fashion houses with dreams to gain the ghetto esteem They give a nigga a cover like coveted what it seems But what it means Really what does it mean Dem folk don’t see the king,dem folk don’t See the dream. They just cling (To) what they deem cool popular culture I read between White lines,white crimes,Black I’m.. That time ,bout time that I’m From Narnia y’all are getting cornier Everything fiction bitch I’m not apart of ya Washington theatrics,redneck bastards,Donald duck fuck bluffs in high office I can’t run escape or get off this So go and tell joe What we here fo Hard to kill Chill your cointelpro Bag outtta rich follk Shwagg outta outta velcro Made in America ,,,.. yea hoe Ye got the money , Ye got the masses Outta touch out west in Calabasas ,chaos for chaos sake is quite tragic White people love you You’re such an attraction Like the disco Free as Frank Zappa alpha male kappa I stand tall on god remain dapper I bang raw,what’s law is in the trapper I rep y’all sure fa sho my bruh keeper The bag is in the fantasy Haha how can it be So simple that Simpletons mannishly Run the gamut of outlandishly pageantry To fake woke thats woven in the tapestry But everythang Gucci Live from Fiorucci I don’t hate I just state the truth B Y’all So fake Like boobies on a groupie Of Metallica caliber I’m a rock star in my hot car Nah yous a lie God I Bomb China, back down America Pray for Paris when we bIess Africa Mufucca
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