Best song in america Lyrics

Man I got a lot of niggas scared

You know this shit start from one (Nigga I'm saying)

Best in america on soul nigga

There had to be a first you feel what I'm saying (niggas a never see another)

I swear to God…Cease was the one y'all shouldn't have killed (on my soul)

Nigga

God mind, body and soul

These niggas tryna take me out

I need to pray cause if I don't…it's gone be trouble

I been know for kickin' it the cool way

These bitches on my toupee

No, I cannot fall for luce, aye (Lucy)

Young and I realize that life is more than blue paper, dark leaves and fornication, court trials and tribulations (tribulations)

In my city I know niggas that would kill to make it (kill to make it)

Shroom tea out coffee mug, gotta let her taste it (taste)

Watch the words that fall out ya mouth

Real life turn what you sayin (forreal)

Yes, that's a manifestation, but it also takes prayer (yeah)

Oh yeah, that nigga fighting demons

It ain't really no bout (bow bow bow)

He losing it, eyes wide open

He asleep and I'm awoke (woo)

I got chains around my neck

But I ain't slavin' for nobody (slavin' for nobody)

Spent yo last, you should be savin'

Boy you need to calm down

I stay shitting like a potty

I do nothing but thank God

I hope these niggas ain't in my future…cause man they kinda odd

Weird ass niggas

Best in america on my soul nigga (yeah)

On Jesus Christ (fuck yall sayin')

Best in america, on God (these niggas can't fuck with us still)

Yeah, yuh

I thank God all the time, he the love of my life

When he created Miel, he ain't have no bitch in mind

Watch yo back, Think I'm green, it's yo season, I'm so slime (slut)

I think my jeans from the 80s, how yo auntie pull em down (man)

I take the Amtrak from Woodward straight to "The Chi"

I'm with a bad bitch, eating a pork chop over salad

Soon as I get inside

I'm slicker, than "Soul Glow" stuck to the plastic on granny couch

I stick it in, now she runnin', Eggs Benedict, just slow up (ooh)

Brand new whip, on the stereo is playin finally rollin' (skrrt)

We the future Illuminati

These crackers can't control us (yeah)

Gotta stick to the code, can't let no pussy hoe us (on me)

God mind, body and soul

Steppin' for em 'til he show up

We influence all who need the influence until it's more us

Nigga it'll never be another us on my mama (yeah)

This ain't no combat all these niggas mortal

Fuck you talking bout? (Oh six, all that shit)

God got me and the devil jealous 'bout it

These niggas take my style, that's why I don't announce shit (he my son doe)

Lame ass nigga call himself a demon proudly (proud of that?)

Broke ass nigga can't even bail himself out (forreal)

Burger ass nigga nigga jugg 'em right out of his money (yee)

Slime me out a pussy if that nigga acting funny (haa)

It ain't crip walking when I'm heading to the hunnids

You can catch me on the gram dressing like my grandfather (grandfather nigga)

If I show this hoe…my art she'll get aroused

I'm like Will Smith when I link her, smokin' several pounds

Big and black just like my uncle,

Big ass heart just like my mama

Granny hate when I'm out runnin', steady praying I come home

I don't trust these boys flat out

You can't trick me into clowning

Know you taking to a boss

I gotta make this shit regardless

It get lonely on this mountain

I got power with this rocket

All this pape I'm steady countin', don't care if you count me out

All that tough shit need to stop it

Dye my hair like Dennis Rodman

All these niggas getting old, I pass em up, LeBron James

God got me and the devil jealous 'bout it

These niggas take my style that's why I don't announce shit