Текст песни New Amerika - A$AP Twelvyy feat. Conway the Machine

ThreeD printed pistol but the bullets real
Corporations burn it to the ground This that new America how good it feel
Bet my fallen soldiers will be proud

Empty out the city venture to the hills
Index going down we can′t complete a deal
All these fascinations in these little pills
Racing on the highway we could feel the thrill
All this fire on me like a fire drill
In compliance homie I could plow the field
I could drive the moment brother drive the wheel
Whispers in my heart word to emmet till
Various components I supply the real Carry on my focus I'm on copperfield Buried in the moma watch the ceiling peel
World still spinning while I′m standing still
Seen a new beginning from Window sill

You see that man manifest your destiny
People really out here working
What you doing
Went and hold a meeting on a zoom Office building fitting like a tomb pouring seamoss
On my wounds Black seed oil watch it bloom Accelerate the knowledge for the youth
Fortune five hundred in my room Tryna turn a zombie to a king
The money turn your mommy to a fiend
This science I'm applying to my dreams
These devils steady tugging on my wings
Cybernetics we connected to machines

ThreeD printed pistol but the bullets real
Corporations burn it to the ground This that new America how good it feel
Bet my fallen soldiers will be proud

Look Rest In Peace yams shout out twelvyy
Came up from the bottom nigga now we wealthy
So if you broke it ain't nothing you bout to tell me
Four grams in these backwoods you bout to smell me
Connect in Cali hit my phone said he bout to mail me
Two hundred Ps to my bitch condo out in Chelsea
When I was broke niggas would cap like they was bout to help me
But I ain′t buying none of that bullshit they was bout to sell me Chefin the fish I perfected it
When niggas couldn′t cook fucked it up called me to rescue it
This only half of my money bro where the rest of it
I don't want to hear all that extra shit
Ever since that bullet hit my neck and it stuck
It didn′t exit I lit up my neck with the necklaces or vvs
The doors on the Tesla lift
I been shot before but the tech sit on my lap
And the ratchet it got a extra clip Fried lobster from lighthouse when I be in Harlem
Double park the wraith right in the front imma eat in Harlem
I got shooter on speed dial I can easily call him
Fat raps no cap rap we squeezing regardless
Three rack for the red bottoms I got at Neiman Marcus
Pin a rapper with three sixteens I'm Steve Austin
So let me know if it′s gonna be a problem
K clap will ring from now on call me Asap machine Conway bitch