Amerikkka's Nightmare

These days

It's been no dreams or nightmares

The game's all fucked up

And I ain't talkin' 'bout Jayceon

West Coast, East Coast, always keep the heat close

Niggas in the streets know I ride like Deebo

LAX to JFK, JFK to Heathrow

Dogs can't smell it on me (Gangsta), I go where the beef go

Touchdown, Teezo, dolo, no RICO

Empty the clip, reload, die fast, breathe slow

First shot's the warning, second shot for your ego

Do it right the first time, there will be no sequel

America's nightmare

(I just laugh)

(I think very deeply)

America's nightmare

(I, I just laugh)

(I think very deeply)

(Get to clickin' and clackin')

This like my first day out flow

20 behind these bars, pussy nigga, keep your mouth closed

Say he a cold killer, I don't give a fuck how cold

I'll wait 30 years, then kill you, make you Alpo

Niggas know it ain't no muzzle with me

And I keep the puzzles with me

I don't run trains, so you niggas ain't fuckin' with me

Dodger blue diamond pendant, everything custom with me

And I brought my cousin with me, it feel like Nipsey Hussle with me

I'm out here lookin' for revenge, chrome Benz, chrome rims

Ridin' 'round with this Drac', no friends

No spins, fuck the radio, nigga, and fuck the club

Fuck your Fashion Nova fit, fuck all that cap and fake love

Fuck the dap and fake hugs, fuck these apps and fake thugs

Fake-ass followers, fake-ass streams and fake buzz

Fake beefs on podcasts, fake Crips and fake Bloods

Fake chains, all you niggas do is rap and take drugs

West Coast, East Coast, always keep the heat close

Niggas in the streets know I ride like Deebo

LAX to JFK, JFK to Heathrow

Dogs can't smell it on me, I go where the beef go

Touchdown, Teezo, dolo, no RICO

Empty the clip, reload, die fast, breathe slow

First shot's the warning, second shot for your ego

Do it right the first time, there will be no sequel

America's nightmare

(I just laugh)

(I think very deeply)

America's nightmare

(I, I just laugh)

(I think very deeply)

Still got these clips on me, chillin' where the nerds at

Still got a couple Crips on me where I used to chop them birds at

Documentary, third act, put it in the pot and stir that

Nigga, keep poppin' fly, I'll clip the wings off your bird-ass

Niggas don't wanna deal with me, they want me ducked off with my kids

Erased out of the history books, they send lawyers to take my crib

Send bitches I never touched to set me up, can I live?

They prey on my downfall, you want me dead? Nigga, dig

I don't pop up at they brunches, do luncheons or red carpets

I wear red rags and hot rags, up and down Slauson

I am Westside connected, this Compton, proceed with caution

Fuck I look like duckin' smoke? I'm already half-way to my coffin, so

What's a Grammy to a nigga who out here spinnin' jets?

And what's an internet troll to a nigga who grew up without the internet?

But I will log you off it, keep sendin' threats

Put 12 dots on you and park you like that nigga, GNX

West Coast, East Coast, always keep the heat close

Niggas in the streets know I ride like Deebo

LAX to JFK, JFK to Heathrow

Dogs can't smell it on me, I go where the beef go

Touchdown, Teezo, dolo, no RICO

Empty the clip, reload, die fast, breathe slow

First shot's the warning, second shot for your ego

Do it right the first time, there will be no sequel

America's nightmare (like a motherfuckin' man)

(I think very deeply)

America's nightmare

(Right up to your face and diss you)

Come to Compton, see thriller like Mike Jackson (Gangsta Grillz)

Come to Compton, see thriller like Mike Jackson

Come to Compton, see thriller like Mike Jackson

Come to Compton, see thriller like Mike Jackson

Come to Compton, see thriller like Mike Jackson

Come to Compton, see thriller like Mike Jackson

Come to Compton, see thriller like Mike Jackson

Come to Compton, see thriller like Mike Jackson

Come to Compton, see thriller like Mike Jackson