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American Dream by Jeezy


                 American Dream 


Tuning:E A D G B E
Key:Bb
Capo:no capo

[Intro]
Bb
(Cryin', cryin', cryin')
Yeah, what’s up? (Yeah, what’s up?)
Welcome to America baby (uh)
C
Home of the brave, American Dream (yeah)
Uh, yeah
Let’s go
 
[Chorus: Jeezy]
        Bb
I just want a big ol' bag of money when I see my jeweler
Bb
Get a hard-on when I'm counting up that mula
C
Scarface, into living life like a king
      C
Every day eating good with my team (the American Dream)
Bb
First they said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make it
Bb
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it
C
Scarface vision, living life like a king
      C
Every day grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)
 
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Bb
You either good or you great
You either real or you fake.
Bb
That's why I stay spitting the real
Because the real ones relate
C
Y'all must was raised by some haters
You niggas go 'head and hate
C
F-F-Four car garage for the 'Rari, that bitch came with the estate
Bb
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
C
You niggas 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
Bb
Never let my flaws and my past come get the best of me
Bb
Turn a two fifty to a half, I got the recipe
          C
First my President was Black, now my President is wack
         C
I ain't never going broke, what's American in that?
 
[Chorus: Jeezy]
        Bb
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
C
Scarface, into living life like a king
       C
Every day eating good with my team (the American Dream)
Bb
First they said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make it
Bb
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it
C
Scarface vision, living life like a king
      C
Every day grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)
 
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Bb
Got money to make, blow out the candles then cut up the cake
Bb
Then I put it on plate, I'm running the game, you running in place
C
Still a youngin' at heart, but mentally, bitch I'm a hundred-and-eight
C
Like Pun in the late 90s, my niggas is juggling weight
Bb
Running from state to state, gunning up ways to safety
Bb
I'm on a paper chase, whatever it takes to make me
C
A millionaire, silly cause how many really get there?
        C
I mean, how many niggas is Jeezy?
Y'all make this shit sound so easy
Bb
Breezy, turn on the TV, see these niggas that trap on the CD
Meanwhile, back home, my niggas sell crack at the BP
C
Hoping one day they can be the
Niggas is there on the screen
C
'Cause that's the American Dream
Now here go the thing, listen
Bb
Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried their kings
Bb
Or the unbearable pain of watching them walk out with the sheriff in chains
C
Becoming a number, they no longer care bout the name
N.C.
White folks been getting rich off of cocaine
Bb
Through some underhanded methods, I don't got time to explain
       Bb
Out of fear that I won't reach 'em and since preaching ain't my thing
         C
I just drop a gem or two within a few verses I sing
            C
For all my real niggas trapped inside the game
You know that already
 
[Chorus: Jeezy]
        Bb
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
C
Scarface, into living life like a king
      C
Every day eating good with my team (the American Dream)
Bb
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
C
Scarface vision, living life like a king
      C
Every day grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)
 
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Bb
(Yeah yuh)
These streets made for ballin' (yeah yuh)
Bb
Ten toes ain't for fallin' (yeah yuh)
C
I hear the world callin'
C
Tell me if ya all in (tell me if ya all in)
Bb
Look, look, I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
Bb                            C
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
Bb
I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
                             C
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





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