The Year of 11 Project - American Blood, Pt. 1&2 (feat. Slique Jay Adams & King Fatz) Lyrics

What it takes for American love
They say the land is drownin' in American blood
That flows downstream and poisons everything
Sight unseen
What it takes for American love
They say the land is drownin' in American blood
Who gives a damn
Who gives a damn
Attempting to stand again

I was in that jam
In that courtroom judge
He didn't give a damn
Take me from my fam
How could he when, he ain't neva met the fam
Neva met Grams
Had to feed ya fam so you bust down the pounds
But when you hear that sound
Keep it movin' cause
When you that dude you know, aye

I got the ball, I got the green light
Where you get off bussin' them tears, skating away
Hollow and all, that's what I feel like
Ready to knuck, might just go off
All in your face

Fats back home on that other shit
Militant my brothers with
We don't believe in the government
That's why the hood need govern-rent
Ho, Imma throw a wheel on a foreign
They don't understand where we from, uh
Where you gotta keep your gun (you will respect me to the end) uh

I'm just too ill
Ain't got no fear
Cold like American blood
Yah yah yah yah yah
Big shoes to fill
All my life been trill
Cold like American blood
Yah yah yah yah yah

I done stood on corners
Bull pens in the county
Stay blue, stay boots on
C-grade in the chow line, tryna take two cause it's f*cked up
OG done slowed them bucks up
And you shit faced and that's tough luck
And your bm getting that butt up
Now you loosin' hair talkin' bout
Takin' off on that bitch
Look, boss just called you in
Knowin' you don't start till ten
Now you feel like, takin' off on that bitch
Knowing they be sneek dissing
When you around they chief kissin'
Then
I'm from a corrupt city
I'm from where cops kill innocents then they get a life sentence
We do time for the pounds
They make it illegal when they got millions
You gon' feel this when you hear this
You will respect me till the end bitch

I'm just too ill
Ain't got no fear
Cold like American blood
Yah yah yah yah yah
Big shoes to fill
All my life been trill
Cold like American blood
Yah yah yah yah yah

I lost that love in the streets
I lost that love for a freak
Now Ima beast
I put my trust in my team
I give a hundred and they do the same for me
Still screamin' free to guys yes
Until we all out here flexin
Back to back Bentley, Rose, Tesla
Hundred pointers in all necklace

Hey this for my niggas
Hey this for my niggas
Hey this for my niggas
Hey this for my niggas