[Intro]
[1st verse: El Prez]
It's that urban
That street
That Americana
Man I wanna
f** the world with no condom
In the back of an old Honda
More racks and more commas
From the corner to Benihanas
We cut corners like ginkana
For the hot girls and the marijuana
We out here in out-wear that you ain't seen since 16
I'm quick to lean your whole team like triple beams of promethizine
When I hit the scene
I roll in with the sickest team
El Prez and Jansport J, yeah, we on that big screen
From Hollywood to your hood
Inglewood to Beijing
Live like I'm my own man
So everyday I still dream
Turn that dream into a plan
Then turn that plan into a scheme
Turn that scheme into a grand robbery against this whole thing
Lost Angel. No wings
Star spangled. No bling
Hot n***a. Cold flame
Leave MC's with no name
They nobodies wit no brain and no veins
With no pain it's no gain
Do you understand what I'm saying??
(What I'm saying)
We don't wait around for y'all, I push my way in
Cause we're all some superstars, no debating
Some in waiting, others hating those who made it
f** the fame man, I'm just all about the payment
[Hook: El Prez]
Urban street Americana, that's a statement
Urban Street Americana, that's a Statement
Real n***as in America we made it
Real n***as in America we made it
[Bridge: El Prez]
We ain't turning up
We're turning locks to open up
Vault doors, top floor, PrezSport, shop with us
24/7 you can shop with us
See you at the top, cause ain't no stopping us
[Outro: Vocal Sample]