Bloodshed in all the fires
We losing brothers every single day
If I call it truth, then to you I'm just a liar
When are we ever gonna see some real change
Lay low, cuz the heat's gonna get ya get ya
Stay woke on the streets yea you gotta gotta
Look both ways to see who's coming coming so that
We know how to be in Americana

Get your piece of the gold
Americana!
aye aye aye yeah
Americana
Get your piece of the gold
Americana
But you betta runway when you hear the bang bang

Spiderwebs got me stuck all at the borders
They all protect the mighty dollar and her slaves
Just when things are getting little better
You question capital your a** gone get erased

Lay low, cuz the heat's gonna get ya get ya
Stay woke on the streets yea you gotta gotta
Look both ways to see who's coming coming so that
We know how to be in Americana

Get your piece of the gold
Americana!
aye aye aye yeah
Americana
Get your piece of the gold
Americana
But you betta runway when you hear the bang bang

Machiavellian bruise and brazen the minds of civilians
Hold up, hold up
I ain't that radical I'm just stating the fact you know

Lay low, cuz the heat's gonna get ya get ya
Stay woke on the streets yea you gotta gotta
Look both ways to see who's coming coming so that
We know how to be in Americana

Get your piece of the gold
Americana!
aye aye aye yeah
Americana
Get your piece of the gold
Americana
But you betta runway when you hear the bang bang

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Writer(s): Judith Hill