American Dream Lyrics - Jeezy

[Intro] 

(Cryin', cryin', cryin') 

Ye what's up (Ye, what's up) 

Road to America baby 

[?] make a dream 

Ye, ye, ye, ye 

Let's go 

[Chorus: Jeezy] 

I just want a bag ol' of money, when I see my jeweler 

Get a hard-on when I'm counting up that mulla 

Scarface, picture living life like a king 

Everday eating good with my team (the American Dream) 

They said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make it 

Caught my first pie, yeah I knew that I could bake it 

Scarface, picture living life like a king 

Everday grinding hard with my team (the American Dream) 

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[Verse 1: Jeezy] 

You either good or you great 

You either real or you fake 

Let's watch they spitting the real 

Because the real ones relate 

Ya'll niggas was raised by some haters 

You niggas go head and hate 

Four car garage for the Rari, that bitch came with the estate 

That's why the streets get so tricky, glad I ain't fall for the bait 

So focused and I'm determined to see that shit in my face 

You niggas go head and face it 

Lil bitch ain't shit, mami basic 

Hit a lick on them bitches and win an iced out braclet 

Never let my flaws and my past come get the best of me 

Turn into 250 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 

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[Chorus: Jeezy] 

I just want a bag ol' of money, when I see my jeweler 

Get a hard-on when I'm counting up that mulla 

Scarface, picture living life like a king 

Everday eating good with my team (the American Dream) 

They said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make it 

Caught my first pie, yeah I knew that I could bake it 

Scarface, picture living life like a king 

Everday 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 hundred-and-eight 

Like running the late 90s, my niggas is juggling weight 

Running from state to state, gunning up ways to 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? 

Ya'll 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 in the BP 

Hoping one day they can [beat the?] 

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 them walk out with the sheriff in chains 

Becoming a number, they no longer care bout the name 

White folks been getting rich off of cocaine 

Through some underhanded methods, I don't got time to explain 

I done fear that I won't reach 'em in since reaching 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 bag ol' of money, when I see my jeweler 

Get a hard-on when I'm counting up that mulla 

Scarface, picture living life like a king 

Everday eating good with my team (the American Dream) 

They said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make it 

Caught my first pie, yeah I knew that I could bake it 

Scarface, picture living life like a king 

Everday grinding hard with my team (the American Dream) 

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] 

These streets made for [balling?] 

Ten toes ain't for falling 

I hear the world calling 

Tell me if you're all in (tell me if you're all in) 

I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with 

I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the traveling 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 traveling man 

Set his own, got my bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah