In this American dream Well I guess it all depends on you Don't tell me that the sky is the limit 'Cause it ain't about what you can do It's a who knows who And your views They say the sky is the limit They said the sky is the limit And your views (in

(ang on) got to go Preview what they ought a know Keep your head down and fucking die (Wake up) rise and shine Gotta take another pint Dig heads and watch out for the night When the sun comes down and the moon comes up in the sky The battle of the day

You can ride Train that goes to nowhere Train that goes to nowhere There is a train that goes to nowhere Need no ticket for you to ride Put you in a car they call the sleeper It's nice and warm inside The days are never numbered The nights don't matter

We gon' love who we wanna love Oh, yo', oh, yo', oh Time won't let you stay young So, we don't care what they say We don't care what they say You don't gotta tell me 'bout your body count I don't gotta know your ex's name

When they love me I get money, I get money, I get money I'm gifted when I'm faded I'm faded all the time Because I know that's when they love me They love me when I'm high All these bitches hate you This is something I know Because you really love to

What they want, what they want, what they want Dollar signs, yeah, I know its what they want Y'all ain't foolin' me at all They let us in the rap game I swear they let me in the motherfucking rap game Got a chick, I call her Lola She feel like the ocean

Walkin' in the park just the other day, baby What do you what do you think I saw? Crowds of people sittin' on the grass with flowers in their hair said Hey Boy do you want to score? And you know how it is I really don't know what time it was oh, oh So

B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets She's got electric boots a mohair suit Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful You know I read it in a magazine, oh Hey kids, shake it loose together The spotlight's hitting something that's been known to change the weather

What you know about that? Hey I know all about that Don't you know I got Key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back Louis nap sack Loaded 44s on the low where the cheese at Fresh off the jet to the 'jects where the G's at Hey what you know about

Got ya bitch tip-toein' on my marble floors Red bottoms only for the centerfolds Big bodies I got 10 of those Whippin' work it smelling like they dinner rolls So I let the bitch hang out with me right You know word got around I was fucking this nigga