Amerikkka's Nightmare

[Intro: DJ Drama] These days It's been no dreams or nightmares The game's all fucked up And I ain't talkin' 'bout Jayceon [Chorus: The Game] 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 [Post-Chorus: The Game & KRS-One] America's nightmare I just laughed I think very deeply America's nightmarе I, I just laughed I think very deeply Get to clickin' and clackin' [Verse 1: The Game] This likе my first day out flow Twenty 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 thirty 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 [Chorus: The Game] 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 [Post-Chorus: The Game & KRS-One] America's nightmare I, I just laughed I think very deeply America's nightmare I just laughed I think very deeply [Verse 2: The Game] 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 lunches or red carpets I wear red rags and hot rags, up and down Slauson I am Westside connected, this Compton, precede 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 twelve dots on you and park you like that nigga, GNX [Chorus: The Game] 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 [Post-Chorus: The Game & KRS-One] 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) [Outro: The Game] 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