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[Verse 1] [F](Cryin', cryin', cryin', cryin') Yeah, what's [Am]up? ([F]Yeah, what's up?) Welcome to Amer[Am]ica baby [G](uh) Home of the brave, [Am]American dream, [F]you know? (yeah) (dream baby) Uh, uh, yeah, let's go [Verse 2] I just [F]want a big ol' bag of money when I see my jeweler (yeah) Get a [Am]hard- on when I'm countin' up that mula [G](what's up?) Scarface, into livin' life like a king (yeah) Every [Am]day eatin' good with my team [F](the American dream) (what's up?) First they said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make it (I knew it) Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that [Am]I could bake it (w[G]hat's up?) Scarface vision, livin' life like a king (hey) Every [Am]day grindin' h[G]ard with my team ([F]the Amer [C]ica[F]n dream) (yeah, oh) [Verse 3] You either good or you great You either real or you fake That's [Am]why I stay spittin' t[F]he real Because the real ones [Am]relate [G]Y'all must was raised by some haters You niggas go 'head and hate [Am]Four car gar[G]age for the 'Rari, that bitch came with the [F]estate 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 [G]You niggas go 'head and face it Lil' bitch, ain't shit 'bout me basic Hit a lick on them bitches and [Am]went and [F]iced out the bracelet Never let my flaws and my past come get the best of me [Am](never) Turn a two fifty to a [C]half, I [Am]got the recipe [F]First my [G]president was black, now my president is wack (wack) I ain't [Am]never goin' [G]broke, [F]what's American in [G]that? (hey, let's go) I [F]just want a big ol' bag of money when I see my jeweler (woo) Get a [C]hard- [F]on when I'm countin' up that mula [G](haha) Scarface, into livin' life like a king (hey) Every [Am]day eatin' good with my team [F](the American dream) 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 [G](alright) Scarface vision, livin' life like a king Every day [Am]grindin' [G]hard [F]with [Am]my team [F](the American dream) (oh) [Verse 4] Got money to [F]make, blow out the candles then cut up the cake [Am]Then I put it on plate, I'm [F]runnin' the game, you runnin' in [G]place Still a youngin' at heart, but mentally, bitch I'm a hundred and [Am]eight Like Pun in the late nineties, my niggas is [F]jugglin' weight Runnin' from state to state, gunnin' up ways to safety I'm on a paper chase, whatever it takes to make me A [G]millionaire, silly 'cause how many really get there? I mean, [F]how many [Am]niggas is Jeezy? Y'all make this shit sound so [F]easy Breezy, turn on the TV, see these niggas that trap on the CD Meanwhile, back home, my niggas sell crack at the [G]BP (slide) Hopin' one day they can be the (slide) Niggas that's there on the screen [F](slide) 'Cause that's the [Am]American [F]dream [Am](slide) Now [F]here go the thing, [Am]listen[F] Hysterical screams, comin' from mothers that buried their kings Or the unbearable pain of watchin' them walk out with the sheriff [G]in chains Becomin' a [F]number, they no longer care bout the name White folks been gettin' rich off of cocaine Through some underhanded methods, I don't got time to explain Out of fear that I won't [Am]reach 'em and since [F]preachin' [Am]ain't my [F]thing [Am]I just dro[G]p a gem or two within a few verses I sing For all my [F]real niggas [Am]trapped [F]inside the game, you know that already [Verse 5] I [F]just want a big ol' bag of money when I see my jeweler (woo) Get a hard- on when I'm countin' up that mula [G](haha) Scarface, into livin' life like a king (hey) Every day eatin' good with my [Am]team [G](the American dream) [F]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 [Am]it (alright) Scarface [G]vision, livin' life like a king Every day [Em]grindin' [G]hard [Am]with my team (the Amer[F]ican dream) (oh) [Verse 6] (Yeah yuh) These [F]streets made for [Am]ballin' [Em](yea[Am]h yuh) Ten toes ain't for fallin' [Em](yea[G]h yuh) I [Am]hear the world callin' Tell me if ya all in (tell me if ya all in) [F]Look, look, I gotta eat, I gotta, make money [Dm]with [Am]I gotta feast, I gotta rely on[G] what is known to the travelin' man Set his own, got my Bible and [Em]my [G]rifle in [Dm]my ha[Am]nd, oh y[F]eah I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with [Am]I gotta feast, I gotta rely on[G] what is known to the travelin' man Set his own, got my Bible and [Em]my rifle in my[D] h[Am]and, oh yeah [F](Cryin', [G]cryin',[Am] [F]cryin', cryin') [Outro 1] (Cryin', cryin', cryin', cryin') [F][Em][Am][F][G]
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