All American - NXG

Shawn got caught up in these streets, yeah, my nigga had to forfeit

Nigga lost his life to niggas he used to go to war with

They snaked they mans, they thought he might go out informing

Everywhere I go I gotta keep my brother’s portrait

They turned a daddy’s girl into a lonely orphan

Got me fucked up and I’m really dreaming 'bout endorphins

Man I miss my nigga, don’t want see him in a coffin

Gotta make it for my brother, yeah, somebody gotta profit

Fame, pain, insane, and misfortune

Yeah

I done seen it all I got all sources

2020 dateline it’s a faint line life’s pressure

Found my motivation so now I’m feeling better

You see m

Don’t talk a lot on the internet

But thse niggas, these niggas believe me

I’m pound for pound now, no I will not bow down

Muhammad Ali, we hit for hit Mayweather

I dream about my future car baby blue

North Carolina Tar Heel Maybach coupe

My niggas ain’t come to ball, we came to hoop

She call me Kris Jenkins, thank you boo

Shawn got caught up in these streets, yeah, my nigga had to forfeit

Nigga lost his life to niggas he used to go to war with

They snaked they mans, they thought he might go out informing

Everywhere I go I gotta keep my brother’s portrait

They turned a daddy’s girl into a lonely orphan

Got me fucked up and I’m really dreaming 'bout endorphins

Man I miss my nigga, don’t want see him in a coffin

Gotta make it for my brother, yeah, somebody gotta profit

Lately everybody switching

He mad I fucked his bitch and really had her limping

I’m never changing, man, that’s just the way I’m living

On my own

No, I’m not a gangster, but my niggas Al Capone

I’ve seen the niggas who killed him, man, they’ve been inside my home

Niggas quick to switch up on you, man, I cannot trust a soul

In my heart I found myself with a you shaped hole

Shaped hole

Shawn got caught up in these streets, yeah, my nigga had to forfeit

Nigga lost his life to niggas he used to go to war with

They snaked they mans, they thought he might go out informing

Everywhere I go I gotta keep my brother’s portrait

They turned a daddy’s girl into a lonely orphan

Got me fucked up and I’m really dreaming 'bout endorphins

Man I miss my nigga, don’t want see him in a coffin

Gotta make it for my brother, yeah, somebody gotta profit

Somebody gotta profit, yeah

Yeah

Somebody gotta profit, yeah