American dream chords by Jeezy
Verse 1
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(Cryin', cryin', cryin', cryin') Yeah,
Am
F
what's up? (Yeah, what's up?)
Am
Welcome to America baby
G
(uh)
Am
Home of the brave, American dream,
F
you know? (yeah) (dream baby)
Uh, uh, yeah, let's go
Verse 2
F
I just want a big ol' bag of money
when I see my jeweler (yeah)
Am
Get a hard- on when I'm countin' up
G
that mula (what's up?)
Scarface, into livin' life
like a king (yeah)
Am
Every 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,
Am
G
I knew that I could bake it (what's up?)
Scarface vision,
livin' life like a king (hey)
Am
G
F
Every day grindin' hard with my team (the Amer
C
F
ican dream) (yeah, oh)
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Verse 3
You either good or you great
You either real or you fake
Am
F
That's why I stay spittin' the real
Am
Because the real ones relate
G
Y'all must was raised by some haters
You niggas go 'head and hate
Am
G
Four car garage for the 'Rari,
F
that bitch came with the 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
Am
Hit a lick on them bitches and went
F
and iced out the bracelet
Never let my flaws and my past come
Am
get the best of me (never)
C
Am
Turn a two fifty to a half, I got the recipe
F
G
First my president was black,
now my president is wack (wack)
Am
G
F
G
I ain't never goin' broke, what's American in that? (hey, let's go) I
F
just want a big ol' bag of money when I see my jeweler (woo)
C
F
Get a hard- on when I'm countin'
G
up that mula (haha)
Scarface, into livin' life
like a king (hey)
Am
Every day eatin' good with my
F
team (the American dream)
First they said I wouldn't,
but I knew that I would make it
Copped my first pie, yeah,
G
I knew that I could bake it (alright)
Scarface vision, livin' life like a king
Am
G
F
Am
Every day grindin' hard with my team
F
(the American dream) (oh)
Verse 4
F
Got money to make,
blow out the candles then cut up the cake
Am
F
Then I put it on plate, I'm runnin' the game,
G
you runnin' in place
Still a youngin' at heart, but mentally,
Am
bitch I'm a hundred and eight
Like Pun in the late nineties,
F
my niggas is jugglin' weight
Runnin' from state to state,
gunnin' up ways to safety
I'm on a paper chase,
whatever it takes to make me
G
A millionaire,
silly 'cause how many really get there?
F
Am
I mean, how many niggas is Jeezy?
F
Y'all make this shit sound so easy
Breezy, turn on the TV,
see these niggas that trap on the CD
Meanwhile, back home,
G
my niggas sell crack at the BP (slide)
Hopin' one day they can be
the (slide)
Niggas that's there on the screen
F
(slide)
Am
'Cause that's the American
F
Am
dream (slide)
F
Am
F
Now here go the thing, listen
Hysterical screams,
comin' from mothers that buried their kings
Or the unbearable pain of watchin' them walk
G
out with the sheriff in chains
F
Becomin' a 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
Am
Out of fear that I won't reach 'em and
F
Am
F
since preachin' ain't my thing
Am
G
I just drop a gem or two
within a few verses I sing
F
Am
F
For all my real niggas trapped inside the game,
you know that already
Verse 5
F
I just want a big ol' bag of money
when I see my jeweler (woo)
Get a hard- on when I'm countin'
G
up that mula (haha)
Scarface, into livin' life
like a king (hey)
Every day eatin' good with my
Am
G
team (the American dream)
F
First they said I wouldn't,
but I knew that I would make it
Copped my first pie, yeah,
Am
I knew that I could bake it (alright)
G
Scarface vision, livin' life like a king
Em
G
Am
Every day grindin' hard with my team
F
(the American dream) (oh)
Verse 6
F
(Yeah yuh) These streets
Am
made for ballin'
Em
Am
(yeah yuh)
Ten toes ain't for fallin'
Em
G
(yeah yuh)
Am
I hear the world callin'
Tell me if ya all in (tell me
if ya all in)
F
Look, look, I gotta eat, I gotta,
Dm
make money with
Am
G
I gotta feast, I gotta rely on what
is known to the travelin' man
Em
Set his own, got my Bible and my
G
Dm
Am
F
rifle in my hand, oh yeah
I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
Am
G
I gotta feast, I gotta rely on what
is known to the travelin' man
Em
D
Am
Set his own, got my Bible and my rifle in my hand,
oh yeah
F
G
Am
(Cryin', cryin',
F
cryin',
cryin')
Outro 1
(Cryin', cryin', cryin', cryin')
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Em
Am
F
G
American dream
Jeezy
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