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      American Dream (Ft J. Cole & Kendrick Lamar)

      American Dream (Ft J. Cole & Kendrick Lamar)

      Jeezy

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      Jeezy - American Dream (Ft J. Cole & Kendrick Lamar) Música y Letra

      [Intro]
      (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

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