(Cryin', cryin', cryin') Ye what's up (Ye, up) Road to America [?] make a Ye, ye, ye, ye go
[Chorus: I just want a bag ol' of money, I see my jeweler Get a hard-on when I'm counting up that Scarface, living life like a king Everday eating with my team (the American Dream) They said I wouldn't, but I knew I would make it Caught my first pie, I knew that I could bake it Scarface, picture living life a king Everday hard with my team (the American Dream)
[Verse 1: You good or you great You real or you fake Let's watch spitting the real Because the real relate niggas was raised by some haters You niggas go head and Four car garage for the Rari, that bitch came with the That's why the streets get so tricky, glad I ain't fall for the So and I'm determined to see that shit in my face You niggas go and face it Lil ain't shit, mami basic Hit a lick on bitches and win an iced out braclet let my flaws and my past come get the best of me Turn into 250 to a half, I got the First my President was black, now my is wack I ain't going broke, what's American in that
[Chorus: I just want a bag ol' of money, when I see my Get a hard-on when I'm up that mulla Scarface, living life like a king Everday eating good with my (the American Dream) They I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make it Caught my first pie, I knew that I could bake it Scarface, picture life like a king Everday grinding hard 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 in place a youngin at heart, but mentally, bitch I'm a hundred-and-eight Like the late 90s, my niggas is juggling weight from state to state, gunning up ways to safety I'm on a paper chase, whatever it to make me A millionaire, silly cause how really get there? I mean, how niggas is Jeezy? Ya'll make this sound so easy Breezy, turn on the TV, see niggas that trap on the CD Meanwhile, back home, my sell crack in the BP Hoping one day they can [beat Niggas is on the screen that's the American Dream Now here go the thing, Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried their Or the unbearable pain of watching them walk out with the sheriff in Becoming a number, they no longer care bout the White folks been rich off of cocaine some underhanded methods, I don't got time to explain I done fear that I won't 'em in since reaching ain't my thing I just a gem or two within a few verses I sing For all my real niggas trapped inside the You know already
[Chorus: I just want a bag ol' of money, I see my jeweler Get a hard-on when I'm counting up that Scarface, picture living life like a Everday eating good my team (the American Dream) They said I wouldn't, but I knew that I make it Caught my first pie, yeah I knew that I bake it Scarface, picture living life a king Everday grinding hard with my team (the Dream)
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