
Ain't no American Dream - Gta4 (Theme rap AI) Ver-A
[Intro] [Spoken, low voice, cinematic vibe] Yeah... They said Liberty City’s the place where dreams come true. They ain’t tell me ‘bout the cops, the debt, the snakes, The freakin’ swing set glitch... Man, f*** it. Let’s go. [Beat fully kicks in—gritty drum loop, deep bassline, sirens in the background.] [Verse 1] Steppin’ off the boat, fresh from war, Cousin Roman said, "We ‘boutta live large!" Penthouse suites, models, and cars, But I pull up... it’s a roach-filled yard. Man, what the hell, bro? This ain’t no dream, It’s debt, fake smiles, and a rigged slot machine. No mansion, no fame, just trouble instead, If I had a dollar, I'd put it on my head. Mikhail talkin’ crazy, Vlad actin’ tough, So I hit him with the piece, now he sleepin’ in the dust. Shady deals, all these snitches in town, Gotta move low-key, ‘cause they want me down. [Build-Up] From Broker to Bohan, dodgin’ the law, Chopper on my back, homie, I might fall. Dwayne feelin’ low, Playboy got pride, One of ‘em gotta go, who stays, who dies? Stealin’ whips, cops screamin’ "Freeze!" I hit the gas, Tokyo Drift with ease. Roman keeps callin’, "Cousin! Let’s bowl!" Man, I just got shot, let me heal my soul! [Beat intensifies, more hi-hats, faster flow.] [Break] Uh, yo, my cab just flipped, what the hell? Ragdoll physics, Niko fell. Jump out a car, land straight on my face, Yet I walk it off, no scratch, no brace. Swing set glitch, gettin’ launched to Mars, One second on earth, now I’m flyin’ past cars. Cops don’t swim, but they’ll chase me deep, Drown in two feet, now they rest in peace. Rocket launcher? Blow a whole block up, But a slap from a cab? That’s my time’s up. Liberty City—where logic don’t play, Punch a guy once, he fights back all day! [Verse 2] Dimitri fake, that boy a snake, Took my cash, left me deep in the lake. But I rise like the tide, gotta flip the stakes, No more nice guy, now it’s war I make. Faustin’s gone, Pegorino’s stressin’, Tryna dodge death, but he learned his lesson. Took the deal? Lost Roman instead, Took revenge? Now Kate’s left dead. No happy endings, just choices and ghosts, I drink to forget, but I feel ‘em close. They said it’s the dream, but it’s all a lie, Only thing that’s real is the will to survive. [Beat slows, deep piano kicks in, low bass humming.] [Outro] Ain't no "American Dream," just smoke and steel, Liberty City's just a place to kill. A past I can’t run from, a future unknown, Still ridin’ through these streets... all on my own. [Beat fades out—sound of rain hitting pavement, distant sirens, Roman’s phone ringing… then silence.]
