American Dream (Feat. J. Cole & Kendrick Lamar)

Cryin', cryin', cryin' Yeah, what’s up Yeah What’s up Welcome to America baby uh Home of the brave, American Dream you know yeah Uh, yeah, yeah Let’s go Chorus: Jeezy 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 whatsup Scarface, into living life like a king Every day eating good with my team, the American Dream First they said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make it I knew it nigga Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it whatsup Scarface vision, living life like a king Every day grinding hard with my team, the American Dream Verse 1: Jeezy You either good or you great, you either real or you fake That's why I stay spittin' the real, because the real ones relate Y'all must was raised by some haters, you niggas go ahead and hate F-F-Four car garage for the 'Rari, that bitch came with the estate 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 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 Never let my flaws and my past come get the best of me Turn a two fifty to a half, I got the recipe First my president was black, now my president is wack I ain't never going broke, what's American in that Chorus: Jeezy & J Cole 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 ha ha Scarface, into living life like a king Every day eating good with my team, the American Dream First they said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make it alright Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it alright Scarface vision, living life like a king Every day grinding hard with my team, the American Dream Verse 2: J Cole Got money to make, blow out the candles then cut up the cake Then I put it on plate, I'm running the game, you running in place Still a youngin' at heart, but mentally, bitch I'm a hunnid'-and-eight Like Pun in the late 90s, my niggas is juggling weight Running from state to state, gun in the waist for safety I'm on a paper chase, whatever it takes to make me A millionaire, silly cause how many really get there I mean, how many niggas is Jeezy Y'all make this shit sound so easy Breezy, turn on the TV, see these niggas that trap on the CD Meanwhile, back home, my niggas sell crack at the BP Hoping one day they can be thee Niggas is there on the screen 'Cause that's the American Dream Now here go the thing, listen Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried their kings Or the unbearable pain of watching 'em walk out with the sheriff in chains Becoming a number, they no longer care about the name White folks been getting rich off of cocaine Through some underhanded methods, I don't got time to explain Out of fear that I won't reach 'em and since preaching ain't my thing I just drop a gem or two within a few verses I sing For all my real niggas trapped inside the game You know that already Chorus: Jeezy 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 ha ha Scarface, into living life like a king Every day eating good with my team, the American Dream 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 Scarface vision, living life like a king Every day grinding hard with my team, the American Dream Outro: Kendrick Lamar Yeah yuh These streets made for ballin' yeah yuh Ten toes ain't for fallin' yeah yuh I hear the world callin' Tell me if ya all in tell me if ya all in Look, look, I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with 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 I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with 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