Jeezy, J.Cole, Kendrick Lamar - American Dream lyrics

(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

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
(what's up?)
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 (what's up?)
Scarface vision, living life like a king
Every day grinding hard with my team
The American Dream

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?

I just want a big ol' bag of
Money when I see my jeweler (yeah)
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

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

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

(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