Lyrics
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