Lirik Lagu American Dream (feat. J.Cole & Kendrick Lamar) - Jeezy
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Yeah, what’s up?Welcome to America babyHome of the brave, American Dream you know?Uh, yeah, yeahLet’s go
I just want a big ol' bag of money when I see my jewelerGet a hard-on when I'm counting up that mulaScarface, into living life like a kingEvery day eating good with my team, the American DreamFirst they said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make itCopped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake itScarface vision, living life like a kingEvery day grinding hard with my team, the American Dream
You either good or you great, you either real or you fakeThat's why I stay spittin' the real, because the real ones relateY'all must was raised by some haters, you niggas go ahead and hateF-F-Four car garage for the 'Rari, that bitch came with the estateI swear them streets get so tricky, glad I ain't fall for the baitSo focused and I'm determined, can see that shit in my faceYou niggas go 'head and face it, lil' bitch, ain't shit 'bout me basicHit a lick on them bitches and went and iced out a braceletNever let my flaws and my past come get the best of meTurn a two fifty to a half, I got the recipeFirst my president was black, now my president is wackI ain't never going broke, what's American in that?
I just want a big ol' bag of money when I see my jewelerGet a hard-on when I'm counting up that mulaScarface, into living life like a kingEvery day eating good with my team, the American DreamFirst they said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make itCopped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake itScarface vision, living life like a kingEvery day grinding hard with my team, the American Dream
Got money to make, blow out the candles then cut up the cakeThen I put it on plate, I'm running the game, you running in placeStill a youngin' at heart, but mentally, bitch I'm a hunnid'-and-eightLike Pun in the late 90s, my niggas is juggling weightRunning from state to state, gun in the waist for safetyI'm on a paper chase, whatever it takes to make meA millionaire, silly cause how many really get there?I mean, how many niggas is Jeezy?Y'all make this shit sound so easyBreezy, turn on the TV, see these niggas that trap on the CDMeanwhile, back home, my niggas sell crack at the BPHoping one day they can be theeNiggas is there on the screen'Cause that's the American DreamNow here go the thing, listenHysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried their kingsOr the unbearable pain of watching 'em walk out with the sheriff in chainsBecoming a number, they no longer care about the nameWhite folks been getting rich off of cocaineThrough some underhanded methods, I don't got time to explainOut of fear that I won't reach 'em and since preaching ain't my thingI just drop a gem or two within a few verses I singFor all my real niggas trapped inside the gameYou know that already
I just want a big ol' bag of money when I see my jewelerGet a hard-on when I'm counting up that mulaScarface, into living life like a kingEvery day eating good with my team, the American DreamFirst they said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make itCopped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake itScarface vision, living life like a kingEvery day grinding hard with my team, the American Dream
These streets made for ballin'Ten toes ain't for fallin'I hear the world callin'Tell me if ya all inLook, look, I gotta eat, I gotta, make money withI gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the travelin' manSet his own, got my Bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeahI gotta eat, I gotta, make money withI gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the travelin' manSet his own, got my Bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah
I just want a big ol' bag of money when I see my jewelerGet a hard-on when I'm counting up that mulaScarface, into living life like a kingEvery day eating good with my team, the American DreamFirst they said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make itCopped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake itScarface vision, living life like a kingEvery day grinding hard with my team, the American Dream
You either good or you great, you either real or you fakeThat's why I stay spittin' the real, because the real ones relateY'all must was raised by some haters, you niggas go ahead and hateF-F-Four car garage for the 'Rari, that bitch came with the estateI swear them streets get so tricky, glad I ain't fall for the baitSo focused and I'm determined, can see that shit in my faceYou niggas go 'head and face it, lil' bitch, ain't shit 'bout me basicHit a lick on them bitches and went and iced out a braceletNever let my flaws and my past come get the best of meTurn a two fifty to a half, I got the recipeFirst my president was black, now my president is wackI ain't never going broke, what's American in that?
I just want a big ol' bag of money when I see my jewelerGet a hard-on when I'm counting up that mulaScarface, into living life like a kingEvery day eating good with my team, the American DreamFirst they said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make itCopped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake itScarface vision, living life like a kingEvery day grinding hard with my team, the American Dream
Got money to make, blow out the candles then cut up the cakeThen I put it on plate, I'm running the game, you running in placeStill a youngin' at heart, but mentally, bitch I'm a hunnid'-and-eightLike Pun in the late 90s, my niggas is juggling weightRunning from state to state, gun in the waist for safetyI'm on a paper chase, whatever it takes to make meA millionaire, silly cause how many really get there?I mean, how many niggas is Jeezy?Y'all make this shit sound so easyBreezy, turn on the TV, see these niggas that trap on the CDMeanwhile, back home, my niggas sell crack at the BPHoping one day they can be theeNiggas is there on the screen'Cause that's the American DreamNow here go the thing, listenHysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried their kingsOr the unbearable pain of watching 'em walk out with the sheriff in chainsBecoming a number, they no longer care about the nameWhite folks been getting rich off of cocaineThrough some underhanded methods, I don't got time to explainOut of fear that I won't reach 'em and since preaching ain't my thingI just drop a gem or two within a few verses I singFor all my real niggas trapped inside the gameYou know that already
I just want a big ol' bag of money when I see my jewelerGet a hard-on when I'm counting up that mulaScarface, into living life like a kingEvery day eating good with my team, the American DreamFirst they said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make itCopped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake itScarface vision, living life like a kingEvery day grinding hard with my team, the American Dream
These streets made for ballin'Ten toes ain't for fallin'I hear the world callin'Tell me if ya all inLook, look, I gotta eat, I gotta, make money withI gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the travelin' manSet his own, got my Bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeahI gotta eat, I gotta, make money withI gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the travelin' manSet his own, got my Bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah
