Violão e guitarra

American Dream

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Tom OriginalF
Tom
Capo 0
A#
(Cryin', cryin', cryin')
Yeah, what’s up? (Yeah, what’s up?)
Welcome to America baby (uh)
C
Home of the brave, American Dream (yeah)
Uh, yeah
Let’s go
Chorus: Jeezy
A#
I just want a big ol' bag of money when I see my jeweler
A#
Get a hard-on when I'm counting up that mula
C
Scarface, into living life like a king
C
Every day eating good with my team (the American Dream)
A#
First they said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make it
A#
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it
C
Scarface vision, living life like a king
C
Every day grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
A#
You either good or you great
You either real or you fake.
A#
That's why I stay spitting the real
Because the real ones relate
C
Y'all must was raised by some haters
You niggas go 'head and hate
C
F-F-Four car garage for the 'Rari, that bitch came with the estate
A#
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
Hit a lick on them bitches and went and iced out a bracelet
A#
Never let my flaws and my past come get the best of me
A#
Turn a two fifty to a half, I got the recipe
C
First my President was Black, now my President is wack
C
I ain't never going broke, what's American in that?
Chorus: Jeezy
A#
I just want a big ol' bag of money when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I'm counting up that mula
C
Scarface, into living life like a king
C
Every day eating good with my team (the American Dream)
A#
First they said I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make it
A#
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it
C
Scarface vision, living life like a king
C
Every day grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
A#
Got money to make, blow out the candles then cut up the cake
A#
Then I put it on plate, I'm running the game, you running in place
C
Still a youngin' at heart, but mentally, bitch I'm a hundred-and-eight
C
Like Pun in the late 90s, my niggas is juggling weight
A#
Running from state to state, gunning up ways to safety
A#
I'm on a paper chase, whatever it takes to make me
C
A millionaire, silly cause how many really get there?
C
I mean, how many niggas is Jeezy?
Y'all make this shit sound so easy
A#
Breezy, turn on the TV, see these niggas that trap on the CD
Meanwhile, back home, my niggas sell crack at the BP
C
Hoping one day they can be the
Niggas is there on the screen
C
'Cause that's the American Dream
Now here go the thing, listen
A#
Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried their kings
A#
Or the unbearable pain of watching them walk out with the sheriff in chains
C
Becoming a number, they no longer care bout the name
N.C.
White folks been getting rich off of cocaine
A#
Through some underhanded methods, I don't got time to explain
A#
Out of fear that I won't reach 'em and since preaching ain't my thing
C
I just drop a gem or two within a few verses I sing
C
For all my real niggas trapped inside the game
You know that already
Chorus: Jeezy
A#
I just want a big ol' bag of money when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I'm counting up that mula
C
Scarface, into living life like a king
C
Every day eating good with my team (the American Dream)
A#
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
C
Scarface vision, living life like a king
C
Every day grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
A#
(Yeah yuh)
These streets made for ballin' (yeah yuh)
A#
Ten toes ain't for fallin' (yeah yuh)
C
I hear the world callin'
C
Tell me if ya all in (tell me if ya all in)
A#
Look, look, I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
A# C
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
A#
I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
C
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

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