Made In America

Made in America
That's a triple entendre, Jay-Z eat your heart out
It's the Mafia, La Familia
All that, whatever you want to call it

I'm stashing the guap in the wall, Cuban links and we copping them all
Not the chains you can cop in the mall, watching the long arm of the law
At a lamppost, the powders in my palm
Outside the palm, this life's a circus and it make a playa feel calm
Plus I can hold a whole bird on the arm, my dawg remembered every single verse but the Psalm
Remember this song, life too long, big ass blade so I'm like Mulan
Filet mignon, knife too long
I'm way too rare to see right from wrong
So chill for the sword sounds, pull the Romeo down Georgetown
I'm stashing the guap in the floor now
La Familia we gon' come rip your floor out
Holes in the wall but me casa is your house

I'm stashing the guap in the wall, Cuban links and we copping them all
Not the chains you can cop in the mall, watching the long arm of the law
At a lamppost, the powders in my palm
Outside the palm, this life's a circus and it make a playa feel calm

What you doing, where you going
Don't take no front if you fronting on 'em
Boy the trap jump cause we jumping on 'em
At the private club and we stunting on 'em

Throw that money on 'em, gang

Lost in a maze, tryna turn back time but I can't change ways
Too much ace, if I would've danced for them fuckers then I would've got paid
Fuck it I'm made, I own my own masters, own my own chains
Made in America, would've died of regret if I went another way
Way too sure so I must be wrong, tell all the opps what the fuck we on
Fur coat that I spill muddy on, this the second time dawg, I must be gone