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 fist to Justin Bieber
I’m the best Africa 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 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, atleast a mixtape with Fetty Wap
Cause half of my life I just wanted to be American
I still got the fake twang
Moving keys out 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?»
Wizkid 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
Philip 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 been upper
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