Big Baby Gandhi - American Experience (Prod. Steel Tipped Dove) lyrics

Sham pain for my real friends Real pain for my sham friends We still banging the black benz Back then we was listening to top 10 Mad trends I was giving to my cla** friends Mad tricks I was spitting to the chicken heads Love life cause I ain't know what I was living in Free yourself from illusion, see yourself through delusions Of who loses and who wins What you think I'm living life for My mom buy phone calls to call home, she a life force Son of an extra-terrestrial Best of the best, put the checks on a pedestal Treat the rest like a vegetable Bottom of the pyramid If it ain't a dollar I ain't hearing it, period The baby all grown up and here he is I'm in America, it's an American experience I'm in America, it's the American experience [x3] A long time ago I ain't even wanna flow My people's getting locked up in Guantanamo My people still up in Guantanamo But I fell in love with the golden designer clothes Mad flows keep me smelling like a rose Please peep game is what I'm telling all my foes Least cheap chain, [?] chieftain Rappers are saying [?] I'm so well best west of the cross My style [?] And my wrist cost a thousand So don't sit still if that sh** keep you bouncing Large amounts and there's too large to count them We couldn't even account the accountant I'm in your accounts, counting your accounts, kid Robin hood, [?] take the best with the brown skin I'm in America, it's an American experience I'm in America, it's the American experience [x3] They say that nothing matters So if nothing matters I guess the only thing that matters is money matters Funny rappers come and laugh at us Fat Hindus in tight jackets counting stacks is us Get the cash in bucks It's a ma**ive [?] See me in the street, no one hara**es us Putting you on [?] that's us Yo hold up, mad shifty looks when we roll up Came through a little later, had to count the dough up [?] I mean they had food and they got, they would blow chunks [?] he would roll blunts So much so it bombed all lunch My crew don't front and we ain't no [?] My crew don't front and we ain't no [?] Pop the champagne [x3]