American Dream (feat. J. Cole & Kendrick Lamar)

Yeah, what's up? (Yeah, what's up?)

Welcome to America, baby (Uh)

Home of the brave, American Dream

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

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)

You either good or you great

You either real or you fake

That's why I stay spitting the real

Because the real ones relate!

Y'all must was raised by some haters

You **** go 'head and hate

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 ****, 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

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

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)

Got money to make

Blow out the candles and 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 eighty

Like Pun in the late '90s

My **** 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 **** is Jeezy?

Y'all make this shit sound so easy

Breezy, turn on the TV

See these, **** that trap on the CD

Meanwhile, back home

My **** sell crack at the BP

Hoping one day they can be the

**** that's 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

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 **** 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

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 ya!

These streets made for ballin'

Yeah ya!

Ten toes ain't for fallin'

Yeah ya!

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 (Make money with)

I gotta feast, aye

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!