- American Dream 歌詞 Jeezy Kendrick Lamar J. Cole
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- J. Cole American Dream 歌詞
- Jeezy Kendrick Lamar J. Cole
- (Cryin, cryin, cryin)Yeah, what's up?
(Yeah, what's up?)
Welcome to America baby (uh)
Home of the brave, American Dream (yeah)
Uh, yeah (uh, yeah)
Let's go
I just want a big ol bag of money when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when Im counting up that mula
Scarface, into living life like a king
Every day eating good with my team (the American Dream)
First they said I wouldnt, but I knew that I would make it
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it
Scarface vision, living life like a king
Every day grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)
You either good or you great
You either real or you fake
Thats why I stay spitting the real
Because the real ones relate
Yall must was raised by some haters
You *****s go head and hate
F-F-Four car garage for the Rari,
That ******* came with the estate
I swear them streets get so tricky,
Glad I aint fall for the bait
So focused and Im determined,
Can see that *******t in my face
You *****s go head and face it
Lil *******, aint *******t bout me basic
Hit a lick on them ******* and win an iced out bracelet
Never let my flaws and my past come get the best of me
Turn a two fifty to a half, I got the recipe
First my President was Black, now my President is wack
I aint never going broke, whats American in that?
I just want a big ol bag of money when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when Im counting up that mula
Scarface, into living life like a king
Every day eating good with my team (the American Dream)
First they said I wouldnt, but I knew that I would make it
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it
Scarface vision, living life like a king
Every day grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)
Got money to make,
Blow out the candles then cut up the cake
Then I put it on plate,
Im running the game, you running in place
Still a youngin at heart,
But mentally, ******* Im a hundred -and-eight
Like Pun in the late 90s, my *****s is juggling weight
Running from state to state, gunning up ways to safety
Im on a paper chase, whatever it takes to make me
A millionaire, silly cause how many really get there?
I mean, how many *****s is Jeezy?
Yall make this *******t sound so easy
Breezy, turn on the TV, see these *****s that trap on the CD
Meanwhile, back home, my *****s sell crack at the BP
Hoping one day they can be the
*****s is there on the screen
Cause thats 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 **** ***
Through some underhanded methods,
I dont got time to explain
Out of fear that I wont reach em
And since preaching aint my thing
I just drop a gem or two within afew verses I sing
For all my real *****s trapped inside the game
You know that already
I just want a big ol bag of money when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when Im counting up that mula
Scarface, into living life like a king
Every day eating good with my team (the American Dream)
First they said I wouldnt, but I knew that I would make it
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it
Scarface vision, living life like a king
Every day grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)
(Yeah yuh)
These streets made for ballin (yeah yuh)
Ten toes aint for fallin (yeah yuh)
I hear the world callin
Tell me if ya all in (tell me if ya all in )
Look, look, I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
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
I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
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
(Cryin, cryin, cryin, cryin, cryin , cryin...)
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