Jpaige - American Slave Lyrics

Land of forgotten
Land of forgotten
I'm an American slave
I'm an American slave
Come on come on
Making America great
Making America great
Come on come on
I'm an American slave
I'm an American slave
Come on come on
Making America great
Making America great
Come on come on
Niggas will never get paid
Niggas will never get paid
Come on Come on
Making America Great
Making America Great
Come on Come on
I'm an American slave
I'm an American slave
Come on come on
Making America great
Making America great
In the land of promises
Yeah they got these promises
All I see is promises
They be strokin promises
If they broken promises
Then Why da hell they promises
I can't cope with promises
I might choke on promises
I'm lyrically outspoken
My wrist game is broken
I will not be token
Like Ali I'm floatin
Watch me I go in
Ain't no way I'm slowin
Down still be throwing
Just make that my slogan
Like Hold up
Wait a sec
Wind it up
Turn it back
I got them slave whips
All over my back
I cant stand
Wont walk
Won't kneel
Won't talk
Lying there
Stretched out
Drawn up
In da chalk
I'm Cut from a different cloth
Cut from a different law
Cut from a different land
Cut from a different clan
Ima be da goddamn man
Ima show you all my plans
Ima show you all I can
Ima show you all my brands
Cut to the rhythm
Cut to ya feel'em
Cut till ya healin
Cut to the rhythm
Jump Jump
I'm an American slave
I'm an American slave
Come on come on
Making America great
Making America great
Come on come on
I'm an American slave
I'm an American slave
Come on come on
Making America great
Making America great
Come on come on
Niggas will never get paid
Niggas will never get paid
Come on Come on
Making America Great
Making America Great
Come on Come on
I'm an American slave
I'm an American slave
Come on come on
Making America great
Making America great
In the land of cotton fields
And the land of cotton mills
They put bodies in the field
Where they bodied Emmit Teal
Yeah they picked that cotton
They must've forgotten
And now they just rotten them graves filled with cotton
Like the king You so Midas
Belly fully like the itus
Something is wrong cuz you Preaching United
Niggas unitin
Pull up with riots
So sick and tired
I'm burning with fire
Can't understand just how you do us With the paper Man
Can I get my mule
And then forty f*ckin acres back
Colin Kaepernakin man they put'em Through the chaser man
Now he on the sideline wandering Why y'all hatin man
Stand'em up stand'em tall
Shoot'em up let'em fall
Permit Patty made the call
Now she Quarterback and all
Now we running back em off
Got our backs against the wall
Steady gunning watch the fall
Steady running cuz
I'm an American slave
I'm an American slave
Come on come on
Making America great
Making America great
Come on come on
I'm an American slave
I'm an American slave
Come on come on
Making America great
Making America great
Come on come on
Niggas will never get paid
Niggas will never get paid
Come on Come on
Making America Great
Making America Great
Come on Come on
I'm an American slave
I'm an American slave
Come on come on
Making America great
Making America great