(Cryin', cryin', cryin') Ye what's up (Ye, up) to America baby [?] a dream Ye, ye, ye, ye go
[Chorus: I just a bag ol' of money, when I see my jeweler Get a hard-on I'm counting up that mulla Scarface, picture living life a king Everday eating good with my team (the Dream) They said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would it Caught my first pie, yeah I knew I could bake it Scarface, picture life like a king Everday grinding hard with my (the American Dream)
1: Jeezy] You either good or you You either real or you Let's watch they spitting the Because the real ones Ya'll was raised by some haters You niggas go and hate Four car garage for the Rari, that bitch came the estate That's why the get so tricky, glad I ain't fall for the bait So and I'm determined to see that shit in my face You niggas go and face it Lil bitch shit, mami basic Hit a lick on them and win an iced out braclet Never let my flaws and my come get the best of me into 250 to a half, I got the recipe First my was black, now my President is wack I ain't never going broke, what's in that
[Chorus: I just a bag ol' of money, when I see my jeweler Get a hard-on I'm counting up that mulla Scarface, picture living life a king Everday eating with my team (the American Dream) They said I wouldn't, but I knew I would make it Caught my pie, yeah I knew that I could bake it Scarface, living life like a king Everday hard with my team (the American Dream)
2: J. Cole] Got 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 Still a youngin at heart, but mentally, I'm a hundred-and-eight Like running the late 90s, my niggas is juggling from state to state, gunning up ways to safety I'm on a paper chase, whatever it takes to me A millionaire, silly cause how many really get I mean, how many niggas is Ya'll make this shit so easy Breezy, turn on the TV, see these niggas trap on the CD Meanwhile, home, my niggas sell crack in the BP Hoping one day can [beat the?] Niggas is on the screen Cause that's the American Now go the thing, listen Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried kings Or the unbearable pain of watching them walk out with the in chains a number, they no longer care bout the name White folks been getting off of cocaine Through some underhanded methods, I don't got to explain I done fear that I won't reach 'em in since reaching ain't my I just drop a gem or two a few verses I sing For all my real niggas inside the game You that already
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[Verse 3: Kendrick streets made for [balling?] Ten toes for falling I the world calling Tell me if all in (tell me if you're all in) I gotta eat, I gotta, make money I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is to the traveling man Set his own, got my and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah I gotta eat, I gotta, make with I gotta feast, I re-ly on what is known to the traveling man Set his own, got my bible and my rifle in my hand, oh