America Lyrics - Casey Veggies

Yo Badmon things 

But yo, we out in L.A. though man 

Shout to the leakers man 

Yo, check it out 

The man rose, little concrete rose 

Put your hands together folks, for the black roach 

Bout to deliver, like stagecoach 

Now I stay posting my nigga, now what's the signs 

My fountain of youth is all drying 

One minute we all smiling and then poof, we fall sad and then 

I be digging deep for this thing, I ain't finding this 

Either I'm insane or my brain and to be honest that's probably what it is 

You've seen that you probably can't live with 

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You probably can't stomach, you probably can't ingest 

At times you so hungry, got mad dreams wishing that it all get sunny 

But for now it's money this, money that 

[?], that's just sure when I lie 

Even cause your homicide on the streets to NY 

A little shortie asked me, what's my purpose and why 

I told her "Save the Children", [?] 

You said for sure that's thight, but what's the dollar signs in that 

The hella fine dimes with that, ass so fat 

The phantom in the Maybach, that black Mac that go (pew-pew) 

That's when I said, yo chill shortie relax 

Let me open your mind 

Division is color-blind, it's fine the light can still shine 

I consume this time, he begin to unravel 

And travel to a place he thought that he would never find 

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Badmon, yeah 

Check it out, one time, yeah 

I want my LA shit nigga 

Yeah, I'm with the Leakers yeah 

And I'm smoking reefer, big cheefer 

Alright shouts to all my people out in LA though