America
They say the American Experience is the one to live
Red, White, and Blue
Three Colors
The meaning darker than one thinks
Gang life is the only life if your reppin Red
Blood on the ground
Blood is the sound
9 in one Clip that's 1 Round
Now 9 bodies lay on the ground
Hatred is the only thing to live for if you are reppin White
The color darker that it might appear
But atleast u livin the good life
Still trying to take someone like me’s life
Now were we are back to the gang life while reppin Blue
Water flowing thru
When reppin this blue
But the pressure is stuck to me like glue
A bullet thru the head
The only thing my cuz knew now he dead
Shoot by another Red
Then i see the Red, White And Blue
All colors united
Aiming at m y head
Now I’m Dead
The person that pulled the trigger had no shame
That’s why they make bullets with no name
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