American Gangster

Im from the 80s Home of the heroine
Error of the hustlers uhThe world is my custy
New rich porter The way I flip quarters
Front on all these other rap artists but me
Momma was a mink wearer Papa ran numbers
So its plain to see where my whole plan come from
American dream Im living the life still
The way I shine is like a zillion dollar light bill
Still Im grinding army jacket lining
40 below timbs on getting my Ms on
My best friends gone I seen bad days
Still find songs that him I hear on
Getting my Mary J. Blige Reminisce on
I hear his voice in my mind like nigga live on
So I get on that fly shit I been on
Spin on corners in enzo with rims on
But for info puffin on Endo-Nesia
Give me amnesia
I ease up that right Im high nigga
I want the sky
The world when Im done
Im give it to my sons
Let em live it up split it up switch it up
Sixes kit it up man I did it up done
The rest of my belongings belong in the hall of fame a list of hits next to all my names
I came

if the sky should fall
And it all goes tomorrow and they foreclose on the house and auction off all my cars

Dont cry for me Argentina I mobbed the beamer
Took trips abroad got mobbed in Sardina
In Ibiza I had pizza in the club
Ladies know Im that guy they wanna piece of my love
Nowthey wanna ya boy like Mike in his prime
Billie Jean the goddamn boy aint mine
And the Roc break up had the people losing hope
Cant lie they had Muhammad Hovi on the ropes
Now Im back in the go mode back in the go-gos
Throwing the diamond up repping the logo
Rose gold rose flow Im okay though
What Dont kill me makes stronger than before so
Here we go and Im not domino
When it all falls down Im like Kanyes jaw
I might break but I dont fold till I hold the sky in my hand
Yeah thats my goal
And then I bid you Freddy Adu
Prodigal Child yall not ready for the future

Then I disappear in the Bermuda Triangle
My name will be viewed such
Heres to the man that refused to give up
I want the sky nigga Chuuuuuuch