| American Heems, the American Dream
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| Tryna get rich off American schemes
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| Horatio Alger you square like Trafalgar
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| Genovese, Pergament, Conway, Caldor
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| Horatio Sanz you ain’t shit sans your mans
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| Shit a brick, lock hands with the fam
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| See it then I call it, I’m an alcoholic
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| But shut up before I crush you with my wallet
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| I’m about money and earning like Bernie Madoff
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| To a fault while you work ethic mad off
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| Plus you mad soft, crab soft shell’s off
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| If I was 26 in the nineties I’d be well off
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| Internet money, you’ve got mail
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| That caviar a garnish that caviar stale
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| My G-mail real, that G-mail feel
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| I’m a G, I’m a male, feel so ill
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| Got a wiki page, I swear I ain’t write it
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| Hindu red dot rap lyric 'bout sniping
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| I don’t be writing, I just be typin'
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| I be pipin' aight man?
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| Yo, getcha head bust, Red puss
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| I ain’t violent I be wildin' I be reckless
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| Indians jersey and an Om on my necklace
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| The freshest, you stale as asbestos
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| I’m Ernie Anastos I murder you bastards
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| I’m Mister G I’m a G I’m in Aspen
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| New York dirtbag Himanshu and alley man
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| Rallyin' them like the muthafuckin' Taliban
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| Nick Cage, I’m a family man
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| Your family can’t hang with my family, man
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| Your family ran, my family stands
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| Fuck your family, fuck my family too fam
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| Eatin' goat meat, eatin' gizzard
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| Where was you in the 96 blizzard?
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| You ain’t from New York man quit your bitchin'
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| Quit regressing you old you look foolish
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| Need to eat something fam, you look ghoulish
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| I’m the coolest, one foot out the blanket
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| Nanny 9−1-1 white people start spankin'
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| Your kids they be actin' all cunty
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| White kids be like «It's a free country!»
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| Get you hands off me, please don’t touch me
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| Put your guts in the trash like a Dutchie
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| Head bust, red puss
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| I ain’t violent I be wildin' I be reckless |