Dream, it's a young nigga dream, yeah Nigga act so tough it's startin' scene In blue flame, yeah the trap god throwing green rain Nice guy, mean chain, pull up in a cream Range Orange seats, orange feet, what do all that orange mean? Big Guwop home I

And that's how it's made in the U.S.A, the U.S.A Isn't it great, how we got it made? We got it made You know we got it made Yeah, land of the free Home of the hard, home of the tough We some gun toting, church going

Aiyyo it's the immaculate conception Busta Bus himself And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacular X to the Zizzle That's what the fuck it is, 'nuff said YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! I want to see you motherfuckers put your hands up Stretch bitch like you doin

I can smile, live it up Is how hard it is to make it look so We broke up Yeah, it's tough Most guys would've been crushed Wastin' their time Wonderin' where they went wrong No way, not me

They told me that I won't make it I waited all my life for this All my life for this But I made it (We used to say, yeah, we used to say) Yeah, uh, yeah Yeah, yeah, ah, yeah It's tough not to get anxious Exercising my patience