Armaan - American Tales Lyrics

Mma get it I know I can
Who are you to tell me that I can't
Told them Pack a goat but I want the lamb
Thinking they could fuck with me nah think again

I got too much on my mind
I do too much when I rhyme
Armaan straight cold killer
I got so much time to shine
I attack like a cobra
And send shots to your conca
I don't really live that life
But bet I keep it cool bruh

I remember nights when we was young
9-5 was the way
Pops gone here mom been there
Yhea we did it on our lane
Snakes been killed but still there's more
I guess we gots to learn that way
I guess we gotta keep it cool
We gotta pray cuz we here

Bet I put a round in this bitch
And get a coffin in this shit
Speed dial rock star bar killa
Where ya been
Hey hi you doing
They put hate up on your name
505 D.U.B
That stays O.G
No s.t.o.p

I took a right to hell
Yhea straight to hell
I right my wrongs
When I write my wrongs

Let me check if it's the mic
Let me tell it all over
Bet I kick game mike
These dudes just jokers

But I kick game homie
Be in the game no cheat
Code homie
It's a freak show homie
But I recognize phoneys
If you the real one
Then go ahead show me

Finger fuck the game
With the sticky icky
Where the fuck the bag
GIMMIE GIMMIE UH
I want this
I want that

These are American tales
With fairy tales
This the American dream
But we gotta pay