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