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