Us History

Hustlin's in my blood my father's name is Britain His history consisted of robbery killin' and pimpin Filthy rich and the biggest killer that you ever seen Once I'm older I'm takin' over ima be king I was locked up in jail when he got the new land Opened his cells I guess that's how the story began First mission was to clear it out and claim it as mine Indigenous people were peaceful it took no time Great grandmother Africa was blind and disabled Sons was traitors we played divide and conquer invaded Sold her children into slavery and profited quick Started makin' side deals and that's how I got rich Daddy Britain found out and tried to put me in check He don't understand I'm a man and I deserve some respect Tried to bring it to me but I play for keeps and I won Still my daddy but you ain't the only man with a gun More money More problems little brother is wild They call 'em The South he's country with a big ass mouth Tried to show 'em new business but he don't wanna change I love 'em but I knew eventually I'd blow out his brains I'm America!