American Me

[Verse 1]
At night I can’t sleep I toss and turn
Stay up late and just wait for these cowards I burn
Got me staring out the window with my AK on my lap
Wanna put me on my back but I ain’t going out like that
Ducking balls just keep getting bigger
These tricks on the run with my finger on the trigger
They locked up Chino and Grumps, and that ain’t even right
I sit back and shoot my homeboys a kite, a couple of dubs to show the homies we really care
Say a prayer for the homies who ain’t here
I’m hearing voices in my head of my dead friends
They want revenge, thesе street wars never end
Causе every time my gun blows, I let ‘em know they catch the chrome to the fucking dome
Fucking tricks be watching me at night
If there’s a snitch in the hood then I’m taking his life
These fucking juras think they’re deep undercover
I see them narcos in the back burning rubber
This black barreta that I hold makes levas fold
See these muthafuckas on their toes
Undercovers watching every fucking corner
But I’m still moving weight back and forth across the border

[American Me Dialogue]
Day in day out, the same fucking thing
You know why I was in their holmes?
Dead time, wasting my fucking life away ese

[Verse 2]
Big Grumps in the pen, doing time behind bars
That’s the life of a G, tattoos and big scars
But late at night, something ain’t right
Time to shoot a kite, keep this fucking ship tight
Cause they don’t play games up in the cell blocks
And the punk C.O.’s bust no warning shots
Fucking tricks just live up in them towers
24 hours lockdown up in hi power
Shit ain’t no love for them busters
We southsiding, we ride on these muthafuckas
The south side is the shit
And if you ain’t sureño then you can all rest in piss
The one-three is all we know
Got Soldier Ink on the dome for the muthafucking varrio
Some might say they wanna kill me but they can’t G
I’m from the 76 PeeWees
I stick you in the neck when my cell close
Take your fucking life and send you off with them tag toes
Cause I ain’t taking shit from these fucking tricks
New Pick - Cyclones, it’s the big Soldier Ink bitch

[American Me Dialogue]
So I can look in the fucking mirror ese
You’re bad ese, you’re bad
Shit holmes
Best tattoos in East L.A. now I can’t draw shit

[Verse 3]
Day by day I’m seeing muthafuckas get smoked
I love to bang but it makes it hard to slang dope
I got my competition paranoid and nervous
Another murder, another funeral service
Gots me praying for forgiveness
Cause once you’re in the game there ain’t no exit out the business
I know the feds be looking at me but when I go out I’m going out blasting
Packing extra clips when I ride
Having fatal thoughts of homicide
Wanna go out with a bang and get it over with
And then worry free but that’s bullshit
It’s time to put it down on these bastards
Cause Big Stomps is gonna go out like a gangsta
And all my crimeys that were down with me
That turn bitch, you snitches try to rat on me
Now I got these tricks on my dick
Somebody snitch but I don’t know who the fuck it is
That’s the type of shit that makes you wonder
Who can you trust now I gotta kill these muthafuckers
I do my dirt up on my lonely
I thought I had friends but I ain’t got no fucking homies

[American Me Dialogue]
Yeah I’m lucky huh
I can still do something

[Verse 4]
I let em fly, homicide on the weekends
Hi Power - Soldier Ink we be creepin’
Straight mobbin [?] for sacks
I’m laying vatos out flat when I’m on the fucking jack
And I never let a vato see my face
Fuck a rat, I ain’t trying to catch a fucking case
I’m a have to take em out no doubt
Cause when I ride, I’m taking all these muthafuckas out
I’m on a mission trying to have major figures
So if you makes the wrong move, I’m a pull the trigger
Dream about 6 or 7 deep
But when I’m on the creep I’m laying all these bitches down to sleep
Now they laying white sheets on em
That’s what they get when the Big Stomper creeps on em
The more I blast the more blood spills
Caps get pealed, foos get killed when I pull my steel
Came to serve these fiends what they need
Fat rocks, sticky green and the Methaphetamine
And it gets dark as death on the streets
My pockets full of money as I ride through the southeast
Ha ha it’s kinda funny to me
These fucking tricks keep giving all their fucking money to me

[American Me Dialogue]
You know what, I don’t need to be bad anymore
Haha, what you laughing at punk?
Wipe off that fucking smile off your face asshole