American Dream (Explicit) - Young Jeezy (杨·吉兹)/J. Cole/Kendrick Lamar (肯德里克·拉马尔)

Written by：Jay Jenkins/Jermaine Cole/Bilal Oliver/Dominick Lamb/Keith Alexander Fogah/Julius Preston/Jamie Dean McKay/Kendrick Duckworth/Macintosh Hundal

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 wassup

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 wassup

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 b**th 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 sh*t in my face

You niggas go 'head and face it lil' b**th ain't sh*t 'bout me basic

Hit a lick on them b**ches 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

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 b**th 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 sh*t 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 c**e

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 rely 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 rely on what is known to the travelin' man

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