American King
Quarter purchase and the inventory from the merchant
Itinerary populated with activities
I'm just trynna get her to Miami on her
Knees
Couldn't blame a young nigga want more than degrees
Still not the type to play for please
Still not the type to use no keys
No Alicia on the beat
Still a hustler in these streets
Careful chasing all them dreams nigga
Still own the whole publishing nigga
What's a Lame to a King nigga?
I got the blunt who got the heat nigga?
No DWade, where the heat nigga?
Believe in improbabilities
Blowing fire while it's 70 degrees
Her first time with a nigga pay the whole thing
Baby I'm the next American king
Still don't know yourself and yeah that's evident
Hit your phone and ask if you need verses for your ends?
And then you act like you don't need no more friends
Still trying to throw oops to niggas should be in the stands
That's my fault and you can tell I'm sick about it
If I took ya fame what would you do with out it
I don't think you'd hear me even if I shouted nigga
Even if I shouted nigga
I don't think these niggas know I got this shit in my muthafuckin' palm
Believe in improbabilities
Blowing fire while it's 70 degrees
Her first time with a nigga pay the whole thing
Baby, I'm the next American king
Itinerary populated with activities
I'm just trynna get her to Miami on her
Knees
Couldn't blame a young nigga want more than degrees
Still not the type to play for please
Still not the type to use no keys
No Alicia on the beat
Still a hustler in these streets
Careful chasing all them dreams nigga
Still own the whole publishing nigga
What's a Lame to a King nigga?
I got the blunt who got the heat nigga?
No DWade, where the heat nigga?
Believe in improbabilities
Blowing fire while it's 70 degrees
Her first time with a nigga pay the whole thing
Baby I'm the next American king
Still don't know yourself and yeah that's evident
Hit your phone and ask if you need verses for your ends?
And then you act like you don't need no more friends
Still trying to throw oops to niggas should be in the stands
That's my fault and you can tell I'm sick about it
If I took ya fame what would you do with out it
I don't think you'd hear me even if I shouted nigga
Even if I shouted nigga
I don't think these niggas know I got this shit in my muthafuckin' palm
Believe in improbabilities
Blowing fire while it's 70 degrees
Her first time with a nigga pay the whole thing
Baby, I'm the next American king
Credits
Writer(s): Jaguar Provo
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