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letra de american dream - the middle class vandal

[verse 1: the middle class vandal]

i’m tryna get this money, cuban links, bangles, baguettes
platinum plaques, stacking racks and big rectangular checks
ayo i’m tryna fill my life with all the finer things
behind the scenes
i’m tryna pimp slap m-th- f-ckas with diamond rings
when i was a kid i was pimpin’ like i was dolemite
ridin’ stolen bikes
puffin’ cigarillos and rollin’ dice
but what can i say i was catchin’ wreck at a young age
can’t wait to be a b-list celebrity makin’ front page
we used to be the kids standin’ on the corner rollin’ bones
now i’m tryna live in a manson not in no mobile homes
i’m tryna roll a blunt with some money and smoke
i’ll even sell columbian coke
i’m done being broke
inside the city limit
people prayin to get rich any minute
tryna get my my hands on crystal, henny and guinness
cuz i’m tired cheap liquor and i’m tired of splittin’ mickey’s
i’m tryna sit back, countin’ money while while gettin’ hickeys
some people can’t afford to eat no bacon or grits
instead of shakin’ your fists
f-ck it, try takin’ a risk
put down the vest and the glock
try to invest in the stocks
try to save most of the money, leave the rest to your block
and take advantage of your new found power for all the greater good
instead of robbin’ everybody in the neighborhood
i try to give my neighbors a hand
and keep my papers in bands
tryna leave my children acres of land
for now i’m livin’ like a king with a golden platted bugatti
get my money thrown right into your face like a bukkake
the paparazzi be tryna take pictures of my limousine
tryna stay legit, i’ve been tryna keep my buisness clean
working hard to make this paper steady and fast
i’m like a debt collector, i’m always ready to tax
and now the mc22
is comin’ through
if you got money due
100 miles and runnin’ till i take another w

[verse 2: ghee]

take anotha’ w
f-ckin’ on yo boo, she ain’t lovin’ you
glock kick back when i’m shootin’ you
back in tha cadillac, a n-gga robbin’ you
head to my shoe, wit’ the matchin’ blue, no not nothin’ new
leaning back, chop go cl!ck clack
n-gga say he did that
but it’s jus’ chit chat
get back
you a b-tch and won’t admit that
play the role of a gangster but i know that you ain’t really wit’ that
you know i’m on a come up so i can pull up on yo hoe
in a 64
not eazy-e n-gga, its what i grew up on
when i’m on a gank move, gotta tiptoe
gang bang affiliate, tha bloods n’ tha crips know

[chorus: the middle class vandal & ghee]

yo, makin’ this money’s the american dream
we ain’t no good samaritans, we only there to get c.r.e.a.m
we got fiends for ketamine, promethazine and methamphetamines
and green baretta beams
in the dark dreamin’ of better things

- the middle class vandal

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