Light a match, let it burnSmell the essence of exquisite herbsWe are all products of the earthJust to grow we need a little dirtWhen you're winning they pay attentionWhen your're walking through the struggle they'll never mention yaKeep the grass real low so you can see the snakesNow that you've been through the fire you know what it takesCount 'em out, line 'em up, knock 'em downEven when they expect you to fallA flag at a half stand means nothing at allStare through my Balenciagas, sipping on HennyI swear to God nothing can break or bend meWhat you know about Basquiats or riding BentleysWho are you to judgeIn this city of loveWhen we're only just American dreamingWhen we're only just American dreamingWhen we're only just American dreamingWhat's giants when you know you've got just one stone to throwYou gotta fightWhen you're hungry for it allYou know you got an appetiteNothing's fair when you play in this game of warCan't be scared, face it, head on, buckle upWant my position, then prepare for the collisionCount 'em out, line 'em up, knock 'em downEven when they expect you to fallA flag at a half stand means nothing at allStare through my Balenciagas sipping on HennyI swear to God nothing can break or bend meIf you're not with me nowThen you're against meWho are you to judgeIn this city of loveWhen we're only just American dreamingWhen we're only just American dreamingWhen we're only just American dreaming
