Yeah, what's up, yeah, what's up, welcome to America, baby, home, home of the brave, American dream, you know, yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go What up? R Cap, n**** man I'm ready when I see my dual You the hard on when I countin out that mudal Scarface, in a little life, like a king, everyday gettin good with my team American dream, worrying that I win, but I knew that I would make it Got my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it Scarface, bitch, living life like a king, everyday grinding hard with my team American dream You either good are you great, you either real or you're fake That's why I say spit in the rim, because the rim was red late Yama's was raised by some haters, you n****s go ahead and hate Four car garage for the Rari, that bitch came with the state I swear them streets get so tricky, glad I ain't fall for the bait So fuck the pen, I'm determined, can see that shit in my fate You n****s go ahead and face it, lil' bitch ain't shit by me, basic Hit a lick on them bitches and when it night, I'll embrace it Never let my flaws in my path, come get the best of me Turn a two, fifty, two and a half, I got the rest of me My president was black, now my president is wack I ain't never going broke, what's American in that? Motherfuckers Make a bag of money when I see my jeweler I get a hard-on when I'm counting out that ruler Scarface, bitch, living life like a king, everyday getting good with my team The American dream You either good are you great, you either real or you're fake Got my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it Scarface, bitch, living life like a king, everyday grinding hard with my team The American dream Got money to make, blow out the candles and cut up the cake Then I put it on plate, I'm running the game, you running in place Still a youngin' at heart, but mentally, bitch, I'm a hundred and eight Like punnin' the late nineties, my n****s is juggling weight Running from state to state, gunning the race for safety I'm on a paper chase, whatever it takes to make me A millionaire, silly, cause how many really get there? I mean, how many n****s is cheesy? Y'all make this shit sound so easy, breezy N****s that trap on the CD, meanwhile, back home My n****s still cracking the BP, hoping one day they could be D N****s that stare on the screen, cause that's the American dream Now here go the thing, listen Hysterical screams coming from mothers that bury their kings Or they unbearable pain of watching them walk out with the sheriff in chains But come in the number, they no longer care about the name White folks been getting rich off of cocaine Through some underhanded methods, I don't got time to explain Out of fear that I won't reach them, and since preaching ain't my thing I just drop a gem or two within the few verses I sang For all my real n****s trapped inside the game You know the L They go bag of money when I see my Tula Get a hard-on when I'm counting out that mula Scarface, still living life like a king Every day getting good with my team The American dream Prayed that I wouldn't, but I knew that I would make it Caught my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could make it Scarface, still living life like a king Every day grinding hard with my team The American dream These streets made for balling, ma Ten toes ain't for falling, ma I hear the world calling, tell me if you're hauling Tell me if you're hauling I gotta eat, I gotta make money with I gotta feast, I gotta read Lie on what is known to the traveling man Set his own, got my Bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah I gotta eat, I gotta make money with I gotta feast, I gotta read Lie on what is known to the traveling man Set his own, got my Bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah I gotta eat, I gotta make money with I gotta feast, I gotta read