American Dream

(Cryin', cryin', cryin')Yeah, what’s up?

(Yeah, what’s up?)

Welcome to America baby (uh)

Home of the brave, American Dream (yeah)

Uh, yeah (uh, 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

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 *****s go 'head and hate

F-F-Four car garage for the 'Rari,

That ******* 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 *******t in my face

You *****s go 'head and face it

Lil *******, ain't *******t 'bout me basic

Hit a lick on them ******* and win an iced out 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 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, ******* I'm a hundred-and-eight

Like Pun in the late 90s, my *****s 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 *****s is Jeezy?

Y'all make this *******t sound so easy

Breezy, turn on the TV, see these *****s that trap on the CD

Meanwhile, back home, my *****s sell crack at the BP

Hoping one day they can be the

*****s 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 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 *******

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 *****s 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 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

(Cryin', cryin', cryin', cryin', cryin' , cryin'...)