American Dream

Bb
(Cryin', cryin', cryin')
Yeah, what’s up? (Yeah, what’s up?)
Welcome to America baby (uh)
C
Home of the brave, American Dream 
(yeah)
Uh, yeah
Let’s go

[Chorus: Jeezy]
        Bb
I just want a big ol' bag of money 
when I see my jeweler
Bb
Get a hard-on when I'm counting up 
that mula
C
Scarface, into living life like a 
king
      C
Every day eating good with my team 
(the American Dream)
Bb
First they said I wouldn't, but I 
knew that I would make it
Bb
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew 
that I could bake it
C
Scarface vision, living life like a 
king
      C
Every day grinding hard with my team
 (the American Dream)

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Bb
You either good or you great
You either real or you fake.
Bb
That's why I stay spitting the real
Because the real ones relate
C
Y'all must was raised by some haters
You niggas go 'head and hate
C
F-F-Four car garage for the 'Rari, 
that bitch came with the estate
Bb
I swear them streets get so tricky, 
glad I ain't fall for the bait
So focused and I'm determined, can 
see that shit in my face
C
You niggas go 'head and face it
Lil bitch, ain't shit 'bout me basic
Hit a lick on them bitches and went 
and iced out a bracelet
Bb
Never let my flaws and my past come 
get the best of me
Bb
Turn a two fifty to a half, I got 
the recipe
          C
First my President was Black, now my
 President is wack
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         C
I ain't never going broke, what's 
American in that?

[Chorus: Jeezy]
        Bb
I just want a big ol' bag of money 
when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I'm counting up 
that mula
C
Scarface, into living life like a 
king
       C
Every day eating good with my team 
(the American Dream)
Bb
First they said I wouldn't, but I 
knew that I would make it
Bb
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew 
that I could bake it
C
Scarface vision, living life like a 
king
      C
Every day grinding hard with my team
 (the American Dream)

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Bb
Got money to make, blow out the 
candles then cut up the cake
Bb
Then I put it on plate, I'm running 
the game, you running in place
C
Still a youngin' at heart, but 
mentally, bitch I'm a 
hundred-and-eight
C
Like Pun in the late 90s, my niggas 
is juggling weight
Bb
Running from state to state, gunning
 up ways to safety
Bb
I'm on a paper chase, whatever it 
takes to make me
C
A millionaire, silly cause how many 
really get there?
        C
I mean, how many niggas is Jeezy?
Y'all make this shit sound so easy
Bb
Breezy, turn on the TV, see these 
niggas that trap on the CD
Meanwhile, back home, my niggas sell
 crack at the BP
C
Hoping one day they can be the
Niggas is there on the screen
C
'Cause that's the American Dream
Now here go the thing, listen
Bb
Hysterical screams, coming from 
mothers that buried their kings
Bb
Or the unbearable pain of watching 
them walk out with the sheriff in 
chains
C
Becoming a number, they no longer 
care bout the name
N.C.
White folks been getting rich off of
 cocaine
Bb
Through some underhanded methods, I 
don't got time to explain
       Bb
Out of fear that I won't reach 'em 
and since preaching ain't my thing
         C
I just drop a gem or two within a 
few verses I sing
            C
For all my real niggas trapped 
inside the game
You know that already

[Chorus: Jeezy]
        Bb
I just want a big ol' bag of money 
when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I'm counting up 
that mula
C
Scarface, into living life like a 
king
      C
Every day eating good with my team 
(the American Dream)
Bb
First they said I wouldn't, but I 
knew that I would make it
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew 
that I could bake it
C
Scarface vision, living life like a 
king
      C
Every day grinding hard with my team
 (the American Dream)

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Bb
(Yeah yuh)
These streets made for ballin' (yeah
 yuh)
Bb
Ten toes ain't for fallin' (yeah 
yuh)
C
I hear the world callin'
C
Tell me if ya all in (tell me if ya 
all in)
Bb
Look, look, I gotta eat, I gotta, 
make money with
Bb                            C
I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what
 is known to the travelin' man
Set his own, got my Bible and my 
rifle in my hand, oh yeah
Bb
I gotta eat, I gotta, make money 
with
                             C
I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what
 is known to the travelin' man
Set his own, got my Bible and my 
rifle in my hand, oh yeah