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Hustlin's in my blood my name is Britain
His history consisted of robbery and pimpin
Filthy rich and the biggest killer that you seen
Once I'm older I'm takin' ima be king
I was locked up in jail when he got the new
his cells I guess that's how the story began
First was to clear it out and claim it as mine
Indigenous people were it took no time
grandmother Africa was blind and disabled
Sons was traitors we played divide and invaded
Sold her into slavery and profited quick
Started makin' side and that's how I got rich
Daddy Britain found out and tried to put me in
He don't I'm a man and I deserve some respect
to bring it to me but I play for keeps and I won
Still my daddy but you ain't the only man a gun
More money problems little brother is wild
They call 'em The South he's country with a big ass
Tried to show 'em new business but he don't change
I love 'em but I eventually I'd blow out his brains
I'm America!

You know you God Bless America
You know you God Bless America
You you know God Bless

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Me and my still cool and my uncles is with us
France Russia and Italy and we all
But it's nigga named Germany that's out of control
Rollin with and Turkey and them niggas is bold
Started with my uncles and we all went to war
Uncle France damn near at the tip of his sword
When the smoke we won let 'em retreat
Shoulda' killed 'em cause they knew they had us to defeat
Kicked it off 20 years later it was on
This time my uncle traded and he was gone
I was neutral Japan hit me guess that he knew
I aint let my family fight without me jumpin' in too
Woulda' lost if I didn't hit weapon supply
Kamikaze Japanese was ready to die
Dropped bomb let them niggas know that it's real
Speak with a big stick do what I say or be killed
I'm America!

You know you know God America
You know you know God America
You know you know God

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I'm racin' with my uncle Russia we the ones with the
He supported the North so I rolled with South
Thought it would be but almost 60 thousand died
They was harder than so we ran for our lives
a family called the Middle East and they got bread
Sellin' oil they don't cut me in off with their head
I got a nephew named that's right in the middle
Pay his allowance as as he can dance to my fiddle
I had a patna' Iraq gave 'em weapons and money
Nigga started getting' power and he start funny
Arabia's cool gotta son Bin Laden
I was trainin' his to go against the Russians and stop 'em
Then he to say I need to take my soldiers and cut
'em the finger that's when he flipped and blew my shit up
I took it to 'em, and then I took it back to Iraq and if you ain't my brother you gonna be flat on
yo'
The sons of Africa just invented this called rap
Tellin' my secrets that's why I'm puttin' heads on flat
Built an quick and it might not last
But I bet I go in history as the one that smashed
I'm America!

You know you God Bless America
You know you know God America
You know you know God

Hustlin's in my blood my father's is Britain
Hustlin's in my blood my father's name is
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