โหลดเพลง mp3 American Dream - Jeezy

American Dream (Explicit) - Jeezy/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