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[Chorus: I just want a bag ol' of money, when I see my Get a hard-on when I'm counting up that Scarface, picture life like a king eating good with my team (the American Dream) They said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would it my first pie, yeah I knew that I could bake it Scarface, picture living like a king Everday grinding hard with my (the American Dream)
1: Jeezy] You good or you great You either real or you watch they spitting the real Because the ones relate niggas was raised by some haters You niggas go head and Four car garage for the Rari, that bitch with the estate That's why the streets get so tricky, I ain't fall for the bait So focused and I'm to see that shit in my face You niggas go head and 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 my President was black, now my President is wack I ain't never going broke, what's in that
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[Verse 2: J. Got money to make, out the candles then cut up the cake Then I put it on plate, I'm running the game, you in place Still a youngin at heart, but mentally, bitch I'm a Like running the late 90s, my niggas is weight Running from state to state, gunning up ways to I'm on a paper chase, it takes to make me A millionaire, silly cause how really get there? I mean, how niggas is Jeezy? Ya'll make shit 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 is there on the screen Cause that's the Dream Now go the thing, listen Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that their kings Or the unbearable pain of watching walk out with the sheriff in chains Becoming a number, they no longer care bout the White folks been getting off of cocaine Through some methods, I don't got time to explain I done fear that I won't reach 'em in reaching ain't my thing I drop a gem or two within a few verses I sing For all my real trapped inside the game You that already
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3: Kendrick Lamar] These streets for [balling?] Ten ain't for falling I the world calling Tell me if you're all in (tell me if all in) I eat, I gotta, make money with 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, money with I gotta feast, I re-ly on what is known to the traveling man Set his own, got my bible and my in my hand, oh yeah