American Dream chords by Jeezy Guitar Chords

[Intro]
Ab
(Cryin’, cryin’, cryin’)
Yeah, what’s up? (Yeah, what’s up?)
Welcome to America baby (uh)
Bb
Home of the brave, American Dream (yeah)
Uh, yeah
Let’s go

[Chorus: Jeezy]
Ab
I just want a big ol’ bag of money when I see my jeweler
Ab
Get a hard-on when I’m counting up that mula
Bb
Scarface, into living life like a king
Bb
Every day eating good with my team (the American Dream)
Ab
First they said I wouldn’t, but I knew that I would make it
Ab
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it
Bb
Scarface vision, living life like a king
Bb
Every day grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Ab
You either good or you great
You either real or you fake.
Ab
That’s why I stay spitting the real
Because the real ones relate
Bb
Y’all must was raised by some haters
You niggas go ‘head and hate
Bb
F-F-Four car garage for the ‘Rari, that bitch came with the estate
Ab
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
Bb
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
Ab
Never let my flaws and my past come get the best of me
Ab
Turn a two fifty to a half, I got the recipe
Bb
First my President was Black, now my President is wack
Bb
I ain’t never going broke, what’s American in that?

[Chorus: Jeezy]
Ab
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
Bb
Scarface, into living life like a king
Bb
Every day eating good with my team (the American Dream)
Ab
First they said I wouldn’t, but I knew that I would make it
Ab
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it
Bb
Scarface vision, living life like a king
Bb
Every day grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Ab
Got money to make, blow out the candles then cut up the cake
Ab
Then I put it on plate, I’m running the game, you running in place
Bb
Still a youngin’ at heart, but mentally, bitch I’m a hundred-and-eight
Bb
Like Pun in the late 90s, my niggas is juggling weight
Ab
Running from state to state, gunning up ways to safety
Ab
I’m on a paper chase, whatever it takes to make me
Bb
A millionaire, silly cause how many really get there?
Bb
I mean, how many niggas is Jeezy?
Y’all make this shit sound so easy
Ab
Breezy, turn on the TV, see these niggas that trap on the CD
Meanwhile, back home, my niggas sell crack at the BP
Bb
Hoping one day they can be the
Niggas is there on the screen
Bb
‘Cause that’s the American Dream
Now here go the thing, listen
Ab
Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried their kings
Ab
Or the unbearable pain of watching them walk out with the sheriff in chains
Bb
Becoming a number, they no longer care bout the name
N.C.
White folks been getting rich off of cocaine
Ab
Through some underhanded methods, I don’t got time to explain
Ab
Out of fear that I won’t reach ’em and since preaching ain’t my thing
Bb
I just drop a gem or two within a few verses I sing
Bb
For all my real niggas trapped inside the game
You know that already

[Chorus: Jeezy]
Ab
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
Bb
Scarface, into living life like a king
Bb
Every day eating good with my team (the American Dream)
Ab
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
Bb
Scarface vision, living life like a king
Bb
Every day grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Ab
(Yeah yuh)
These streets made for ballin’ (yeah yuh)
Ab
Ten toes ain’t for fallin’ (yeah yuh)
Bb
I hear the world callin’
Bb
Tell me if ya all in (tell me if ya all in)
Ab
Look, look, I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
Ab Bb
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
Ab
I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
Bb
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