Americans

This is my sound I ain't worried about yours nigga I can make Americans spazz out We make Americans spazz out One more time I said this is my sound I ain't worried about yours nigga See, we can make Americans spazz out We make Americans spazz out, yeah I am a young dreamer, turn the doubtful into believers But I'm still small faced with Justin Bieber I'm the best Africa's ever seen But well, I'm still begging Wiz Khalifa for a feature That shit sucks, we as Africans tryna kick butt But they give us our BET's backstage, like we less great Shit made me feel like I ain't good enough So half the time I'm tryna be the next Drake Give me anything, at least a mixtape with Fetty Wap 'Cause half of my life I just wanted to be American I still got the fake twang Moving keys in the hood like Alicia Man, I still got the fake slang This is until Nigerians started to shake them Stupid South African idiots wanted to hate them We can learn a lot from our brothers, so I'm like "Hey man D'banj, how the fuck can I impress Kanye man?" Riski told me they already know our names, fam Even if they don't, do you, and you're a made man Africa already produced a bunch of great men Fela Kuti, Lucky Dube, I can name them Mandela, Steve Biko, a bunch of brave men Robert Mugabe in my eyes is still a great man Chris Hani got assassinated trying to save them Let's say grace then, our Father, Amen Salute 8 men, one time I've been a vet Y'all only seeing the cracks now? Well I've been a threat I've been creeping in the shadows like a silhouette Phillip Emeagwali, a father of the internet Mrs. Banda, Dingane, King Shaka Jomo Kenyatta, kudala le ntlatsa Ahmad Baba, Sankara Rest in peace to our fathers, my brother Fede we've been upper Sound! I ain't worried about yours nigga I can make Americans spazz out We make Americans spazz out One more time I said this is my sound I ain't worried about yours nigga See, we can make Americans spazz out We make Americans spazz out