Supa Bwe - Dead americana lyrics

[Supa Bwe & Cadillac Duke] When I die f** it I wanna go to hell Cause I'm a peice of sh** It ain't hard to f**in tell It don't make sense going to heaven with the goody goodies Dressed in silk, I like ripped TRU's and plaid hoodies I been losing it lately, I Let hate take me, I Seen no sober nights Walked that shaky line [Supa Bwe] Dead Americana baby Tell me what you living for My papa from the projects baby My mama outa Liverpool Chicago Ave & lockwood, I don't miss it I grew up where n***as go missing Rags to riches, thats the f**in mission Quit selling dope, I'm selling f**ing tickets to my shows [Cadillac Duke] Dead Americana baby, out the jam I f**in roll Flint town dissipated baby, barley beat the f**in dope Blunt to the face when I feel the wakes call I left all of my famo back home I been on the road, I been on my own Saw my mama go 18 years ago