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

[Intro]
(Cryin', cryin', cryin')
Ye what's up (Ye, what's up)
Road to America baby
[?] make a dream
Ye, ye, ye, ye
Let's go

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I just want a bag ol' of money, when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I'm counting up that mulla
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday eating good with my team (the American Dream)
They said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make it
Caught my first pie, yeah I knew that I could bake it
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
You either good or you great
You either real or you fake
Let's watch they spitting the real
Because the real ones relate
Ya'll niggas was raised by some haters
You niggas go head and hate
Four car garage for the Rari, that bitch came with the estate
That's why the streets get so tricky, glad I ain't fall for the bait
So focused and I'm determined to see that shit in my face
You niggas go head and face it
Lil bitch ain't shit, mami basic
Hit a lick on them bitches and win an iced out braclet
Never let my flaws and my past come get the best of me
Turn into 250 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

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I just want a bag ol' of money, when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I'm counting up that mulla
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday eating good with my team (the American Dream)
They said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make it
Caught my first pie, yeah I knew that I could bake it
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
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, bitch I'm a hundred-and-eight
Like running the late 90s, my niggas 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 niggas is Jeezy?
Ya'll make this shit sound so easy
Breezy, turn on the TV, see these niggas that trap on the CD
Meanwhile, back home, my niggas sell crack in the BP
Hoping one day they can [beat the?]
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 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
I done fear that I won't reach 'em in since reaching 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

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I just want a bag ol' of money, when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I'm counting up that mulla
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday eating good with my team (the American Dream)
They said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make it
Caught my first pie, yeah I knew that I could bake it
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
These streets made for [balling?]
Ten toes ain't for falling
I hear the world calling
Tell me if you're all in (tell me if you're all in)
I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the traveling 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 traveling man
Set his own, got my bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah