No one owes us nothing
We take what's ours, that's no exaggeration
Niggas been bluffing
Preaching for Zion, there hymns are fabricated
We worship youth
Getting older is f*cking tall order
Kids of the Forest
Little bit of a chip on our shoulder
Running scared, trying to find new gimmicks
Hooligans, searching for new religion
Driving round town, yeah, cool whippin'
Pouring champagne on two nude bitches
9 - 5 making us too aggressive
Reality making our dreams wishes
New Zealot Clan, we too vicious
The American Dream is our true mission
(Yeah)
The American Dream is our true mission
(Yeah)
The American Dream is our true mission
(Yeah)
Lost to the World
Settle down into the man I'll be forever
I'm born to work
Living life a pawn for somebody's else endeavors
This is our fun!
BMWs and drunk conversations
Can't even run
Town is too small and we all know each other
Thursdays chilling with two cuties
Bad girls known to be too boujee
Coming home lit with my true niggas
All the Hennessey's getting me too triggered
Culdesac life is just clean prison
Suburban style is our religion
New Zealot Clan, we too visious
The American Dream is our true mission
(Yeah)
The American Dream is our true mission
(Yeah)
The American Dream is our true mission
(Yeah)