Correction Paroles Me Vs. America par King Mel

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Yeah, yeah, King
Never going broke again, I feel like NBA
Put all my shooters in a bubble, we the NBA
Being black and in the light, some shit that we can't say
Long as we stand by one another, shit gon' be okay
We go as far as I go in the shit, guess I'm the transmission
Corona shit then George Floyd, we in a transition
Black beautiful queen Breyona Taylor, say her name and listen
You don't understand what the problem is, you ain't tryna pay attention
Players oppin' on the season, they feel we need a reason
People dyin' on the daily, and their family grieving
They screamin' mask and ventilators, the world got trouble breathin'
Gotta pay to play, I'm here to stay, King Mel and I ain't leavin'
Never know when my day gon' come so I'm goin' hard in it
Treat every song like a jail cell 'cause it got bars in it
From top to bottom, the gang a Wraith 'cause it got stars in it
Dub and W, y'all time comin' just keep your heart in it

Back against the wall, I stand tall and take whatever's comin'
I'm face to face on any day, I promise I ain't runnin'
This "Fuck the world" make me vomit, it's gettin' hard to stomach
Me vs. America, blow the trumpet, I won't be no puppet
Back against the wall, I stand tall and take whatever's comin'
I'm face to face on any day, I promise I ain't runnin'
This "Fuck the world" make me vomit, it's gettin' hard to stomach
Me vs. America, blow the trumpet, I won't be no puppet

They pay us millions to pay a sport, niggas you really owned
I'm gettin' paid to walk on beats, nigga, I'm really owned
I still be callin' Ray's phone, can't believe he's really gone
Swear I won't let your name die, I'ma say it in every song
Cars, gold, and jewelry, shit overrated, we spent a bag on it
The way I was raised, don't even buy it you'll spend your last on it
We can't make the future better by raisin' the past on it
The ownership gon' say the same, finance, or cash only
Residual and income from startin' a truckin' business
I'm givin' my brother part ownership and he ain't put nothin' in it
Fuck sleepin' on floors, now in the Forbes, that's just that hustler in me
Come try to take mine and I'ma bust 'em 'til this .40 empty
My momma my heart, that's why she livin' like she hit the lottery
It make my day when she hit my phone just to say she proud of me
[?] my soul, bought her a home, she get everything out of me
Don't matter if I'm right or wrong, King gon' stand beside of me

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