SomewhereInAmerica Songtext
von JAY‐Z

Uh
See what you made me do?

Shout out to old Jews and old rules
Uh, new blacks with new stacks, uh
I already been the king, uh
Retro act, I′m just bringing it back like Jordan Packs, uh

New money, they looking down on me, uh
Blue bloods they trying to clown on me, uh
You can turn up your nose high society, uh
Never gonna turn down a homie, uh

Knock-knock, I'm at your neighbor house, uh
Straight cash, I bought ya neighbor out, uh
You should come to the housewarming, uh
Come and see what your new neighbor ′bout (skrrt)

Yellow Lambo in the driveway
Buck 35, I'm on the highway, uh
Frank Sinatra on my Sonos
Loud as -, I did it my way, uh


A million sold before the album dropped, uh
White Lexus before I had a deal, uh
Ask Bun B about me
This ain't no snap back, a - been trill, uh

By the way, f- your math
You ain′t gotta count it my - I can add
One million, two million, three million, 20 million
Oh, I′m so good at math, uh

Might crash ya internet, uh
And I ain't even into that, uh
When I was talking Instagram
Last thing you wanted was your picture snapped, uh

Feds still lurking, uh
They see I′m still putting work in, uh
'Cause somewhere in America
Miley Cyrus is still twerkin′

Uh, yeah, uh
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Twerk, Miley, Miley, twerk
Twerk


Twerk, Miley, Miley, Miley, twerk
Twerk, yeah, ugh-huh
Twerk, Miley, Miley, Miley
Uh, yeah, uh, uh
Only in America, uh