[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]