Fighter in america

[Intro] Yeah, motherfuckers, you hear that bass? This ain't no fucking game, ain't no time to waste. For Imraan, from the bottom to the top, you know the drill. Fighter in America, bitch, ready to kill. [Verse 1] Yo, step in the arena, feel the fucking ground shake. Every single step I take, a goddamn earthquake. Came to this land, a dollar and a dirty dream, Now they watchin' faiyazoxq, like "what the fuck does that mean?" It means I'm a problem, a menace, a pure nightmare, Built this shit from nothing, breathin' toxic air. They tried to count me out, those dickhead motherfuckers, Said I was a joke, just another one of these suckers. But I got that fire, that *aag* burning deep inside, No place to run, no goddamn place to hide. This ain't no fairy tale, this is street-level grime, Every punch I throw, I'm savin' all my fucking time. From the concrete jungle, where the weak get ate alive, I'm a fucking predator, watch me thrive. [Hook] Fighter in America, yeah, that's the damn truth, For Imraan, this ain't no innocent youth. Bass beats droppin', drill drums hit hard and low, Fuck every hater, watch this motherfucker grow. Fighter in America, every single fucking day, They talk that *bakwas*, but we don't hear what they say. This ain't no game, this is my goddamn *zindagi*, A legend in the making, you bitches gon' remember me. [Verse 2] I been through hell and back, seen some shit you wouldn't believe, Backstabbin' assholes, always tryin' to deceive. They wanna see me fall, wanna see me quit and fold, But this ain't a story that can ever be controlled. From the dusty streets where the dreams get fucking crushed, To the bright lights now, where the fake shit gets hushed. I stack my paper, stack my wins, stack my fucking respect, Any *dushman* step up, get a broken neck. Yeah, faiyazoxq, they know the name now, hear it ring, Another victory for the squad, another goddamn thing. They thought I was playin', thought this was a little phase, But I'm here to stay, bitch, for the rest of my damn days. So crank that volume up, let the bass rattle your chest, This is the sound of a fighter, puttin' snakes to the test. [Hook] Fighter in America, yeah, that's the damn truth, For Imraan, this ain't no innocent youth. Bass beats droppin', drill drums hit hard and low, Fuck every hater, watch this motherfucker grow. Fighter in America, every single fucking day, They talk that *bakwas*, but we don't hear what they say. This ain't no game, this is my goddamn *zindagi*, A legend in the making, you bitches gon' remember me. [Bridge] They scream "go back where you came from," these ignorant cunts, But I built my empire here, on my own fucking fronts. This land is my battlefield, my triumph and my pain, Watch me rise above, through the fire and the rain. No surrender, no retreat, never giving up an inch, Every single struggle, just another goddamn cinch. So call me what you want, a savage, a fucking beast, I'm a fighter in America, from the west to the east. [Verse 3] My grind is relentless, my focus sharp as a knife, Ain't no slowing down, not until the end of my life. This isn't just music, it's a fucking declaration, Against every single piece of bullshit intimidation. They see the foreign name, they assume I'm weak and soft, But I hit 'em with that bass, knock their fucking heads aloft. So stand in my way, I dare you, you little clown, Watch me burn this whole damn motherfucker down. For Imraan, for the fam, for all my fucking real ones, We gon' keep on fighting, 'til the last damn sun. [Hook] Fighter in America, yeah, that's the damn truth, For Imraan, this ain't no innocent youth. Bass beats droppin', drill drums hit hard and low, Fuck every hater, watch this motherfucker grow. Fighter in America, every single fucking day, They talk that *bakwas*, but we don't hear what they say. This ain't no game, this is my goddamn *zindagi*, A legend in the making, you bitches gon' remember me. [Hook] Fighter in America, yeah, that's the damn truth, For Imraan, this ain't no innocent youth. Bass beats droppin', drill drums hit hard and low, Fuck every hater, watch this motherfucker grow. Fighter in America, every single fucking day, They talk that *bakwas*, but we don't hear what they say. This ain't no game, this is my goddamn *zindagi*, A legend in the making, you bitches gon' remember me. [Outro] Yeah, faiyazoxq, you know the name, bitch. Fighter in America... *haramzada*! This is for Imraan... we here. Fuck outta here!