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Maybach Music Group The Great Americans Lyrics

Last updated: 09/24/2013 08:40:30 AM

(Intro: Rockie Fresh)
Rockie Fresh and I'm from Chicago
Where young niggas die every few seconds
But we still just wanna be great Americans

(Verse 1: Rick Ross)
I was born to be another number
So was number 1, I pray I never fumble
I used to wear the cheapest clothes
Now my posters in the reefer stores
I be posted like I’m 7’4
Till the day I'm knocking at my heaven's door
Just like club LIV when that confetti fall
I fell in love with the game, damn it’s against the law
I let her see it just to tell her friends what she saw
200 mill how I get it, damn I can't be far
I keep my sneakers low cut
Heat fitted, G-5 with the nose up
Self made St. Regis with the toast up
Room service, Bellaire time to toast up
My attraction have African in them happy homes
Never seen a square nigga with a happy home
All the money generated, double M the greatest
Rest in peace to every genius that never made it
Don't it sound like I'm dedicated?
Joe Flacco ordeal, nigga with hot flows
Whole cheerleading squad all through my iPhone
All them hoes in my iPhone, nigga

(Interlude: Kay Foxx)
"It's Kay Foxx reporting live. A Carol City rapper facing the music connected to an alleged robbery and assault. Gunplay surrendered at Miami-Dade headquarter - the charge armed robbery means he cannot post bond."

(Verse 2: Gunplay)
Momma poor, Daddy poor, what's the antidote?
Wind through the window blew the candle out
No lights, many cold nights
Hungry belly burning yearning rice
Rent late, on a plate just a blank space
Old girl lookin' at me with the blank face
Made it off a prayer and a saint's grace
AK's kept me in a safe space
Sucka free for the one three
Probably on tour for the one four
Sucka tried to give me life plus one more
But I gave it back and told them "fuck y'all!"
In this day and time I got a 89-
Miami state of mind, cocaine, steak and wine
Understand I overcame
Made it through rain and open flames

(Interlude: Rick Ross)
Niggas was sold for practically nothing. But became the great Americans.

(Verse 3: Fabolous)
My car be parked out front of Darby
My chick Barbie, your bitch Darby
A-G-E, I just A-T-E
Sippin' A-C-E over at A-B-E (Niceeee)
In offers I’m not a back and forther
I don’t make friends baby, I make golfers
Like you could get with this or you could get with that
I think you get with this cuz this is where it’s at
Hate when broke niggas tried to play a mediator
Keep your 2 cents to yourself, you might need it later
Silence is golden, duct tape is silver
Professional shooters, leon and Matilda
My women vary, just get me a young taheri
Who do whatever I aks of er, dead serious
Mark Derry cheap winning as the days change
Yesterday’s homeruns won’t win today’s games nigga
Win today’s games nigga

Place a game inside, now how you play it?
Take advice from a few who made it
Got a chance? You should go and take it
Get it now, homie why you waitin
Got a dream? You should go and chase it
Be creative, stop being basic
Keep it moving, no need for blazing
Show love, why you hatin?
You could be somebody famous
You could be somebody famous
The great American dream, yea