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Hustlin's in my blood my father's name is
His history consisted of killin' and pimpin
Filthy rich and the biggest killer that you ever
Once I'm older I'm takin' over ima be
I was up in jail when he got the new land
Opened his cells I guess that's how the story
First was to clear it out and claim it as mine
Indigenous people were peaceful it no time
grandmother Africa was blind and disabled
Sons was traitors we played divide and conquer
Sold her children into slavery and quick
Started side deals and that's how I got rich
Daddy Britain found out and to put me in check
He don't understand I'm a man and I deserve respect
Tried to it to me but I play for keeps and I won
Still my but you ain't the only man with a gun
More money problems little brother is wild
They call 'em The South he's with a big ass mouth
to show 'em new business but he don't wanna change
I love 'em but I knew eventually I'd out his brains
I'm America!

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

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Me and my daddy still cool and my uncles is us
France Russia and and we all killas
But it's this nigga Germany that's out of control
with Japan and Turkey and them niggas is bold
Started fuckin' with my uncles and we all to war
Uncle France damn near died at the tip of his
When the smoke we won let 'em retreat
Shoulda' 'em cause they knew they had us close to defeat
Kicked it off again 20 years it was on
This time my uncle traded and he was gone
I was when 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 Germany's supply
Kamikaze Japanese was ready to die
Dropped bomb let them niggas know that it's real
Speak soft a big stick do what I say or be killed
I'm America!

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

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

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

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