American Dream Lyrics by Kodak Black
(Feat. Rylo Rodriguez & Lil Crix)
Pa di mo pa gen anyen
Deken m konnen tre byen
Ke se ke o kap dechive, tre souvan la fleu, yeah
(Xairr, let me get that motherfucker)
I’ma just rap ’bout the shit I’m goin’ through (Ayy, Zero, you made this bitch?)
Mm, mm, mm
Ayy, hold on, what I say?
Contemplatin’ why I grabbed the mic, shit feel like cursed
It like no matter how hard I try, I swear this shit be gettin’ worse
Know this karma ’cause I used to punch a bitch, now she stay pursed
I got niggas tryna use me, get some views or a verse
Paranoid on the Addy, lil’ bro like, “You just need a Perc'”
Tryna calm down, but I’m a hot boy like Turk
Free Lil 10, crackers hit him with two murders, this shit hurt
It’s hard to duck the feds when all you tryna make it out the dirt
I’m in the kill by myself, bitch, I ain’t never need shit
Niggas beggin’ for some fame, bitch, I was beggin’ for a brick
Whole time you thinkin’ he your brother, you gettin’ played just like game
Try to use you ’cause you beneficial, but when you catch it, it’s a shame ’cause it’s pitiful
I paid for funerals for felons, I don’t know if I’m goin’ to heaven
Right before Smith & Wesson, our gun was a Chinaberry
Momma waitin’ on a GoFundMe, took care of money, get ’em buried
I used to run the hood with Harry, hurt me, pat like Hail Mary
Puttin’ shit under every bunk, he got his lines in a couple letters
They’ll send ’em to a jail, that’s when your bed turned to a dresser
Your knife turned to a pistol and your T-shirt turned to a pillow
Rubbin’ pit dogs since high school, seen a bitch turn to a killer (Yeah)
When it’s smoke, we treat them boys like hippies, but it ain’t no peace
How you bringin’ up your opp name in interviews? You niggas police (Police, man)
I know niggas who killed niggas and I’m the reason that they free
Wonder ’bout how God feelin’, I’m the one pay they lawyer fee
How you gangster pickin’ battles? You met your match and got exposed
I know niggas ’round you’ll die for you, but you would rather take they post (Post)
You gon’ run into ’em tonight on Instagram, you see a opp, follow
Plenty times I had to go get stoned, I hit rock bottom
Posted in the trenches, scammin’ with my life
Get right, get back on that call, lil’ bro, it just came through twice
Fuck that, glizzy in the sky (Sky), fell in love with Draco fire
Only time you shoot that Glock from nine to fifth, Fourth of July
Couple niggas gotta die, they just ain’t got out of jail yet
Both of my albums went number one, how the hell I ain’t XXL yet?
Gun from ’round another corner (Corner), GPS say it’s gettin’ more closer (Closer)
When you caught a hat, put mask on (Put a mask on), so they family won’t get no closure
You a fuck nigga, you over there, run
Say you clap or ready, we can’t chill or can’t hold you (Yeah, yeah)
I’m in Lauderdale, high as hell, it never fails
Even though I’m almost cray, I made mistakes, but my intentions were well
They can’t find me, lotta opps be flippin’ police and wishin’ spells
See him in prison sick, twenty-seven years, swear he sick of cells
Nigga, how you claim a block you never be on?
‘Cause I be outside with the Glock and my ski on (Yeah, yeah)
Pray for me, baby, ’cause these haters gon’ troll and see gone
Bitch, let me pull up to the house and you won’t be home
.308 pistol look like it came off a game
You really made it out that fire, you gotta stay out the way
We try to stay sane, but some things gotta change
Gettin’ brighter, but I couldn’t imagine my life without the rain
Came up from nothin’, they don’t even want money, nigga rob you, not for fame
My story, my glory, no way Kodak can’t go out like no lame
I’m a lil’ nigga, but I’m gon’ pay, now I pull it
I be wantin’ to be a better person, how I love gettin’ money
And if 9 get behind me, nigga, I’m sorry ’cause I’m too far and you ain’t catchin’ nobody with that car
Sometimes I want you to make me cry like a lil’ baby and break my heart
Niggas tryna be my corner, but that’s what I named my daughter
Can’t put my finger on it, but you was the homie from the start
Told me you ridin’ ’til the wheels fall off and then you park
The vibes don’t lie, we ride or die, we vibe real good
If I start gettin’ high, then where the fuck I’ma get my feel good?
How the fuck I’ma get my vibe when you on my mind and I can’t get in?
Walk three glitches at a time, I be damn I don’t hit my pendant
Conquer your mind and what’s inside you, you stand out from the chains
To realize love all way through life is ain’t what it intended to do
Damn, the worst that make us feel ’bout each other
‘Cause everybody see how powerful we are together
And now it’s lookin’ like my lil’ girl need a lil’ brother
I’m on a mission, I love you dearly, but I can’t promise you forever
And they influence you easy, tellin’ you you don’t need me
If you ain’t ridin’ for me, then you ain’t ridin’ for nothin’
Been on my P’s and Q’s while you lil’ boys in school
Been in the projects drippin’ QP’s, yeah, I’m a front porch jumpin’
I don’t know ’bout you, these niggas ain’t foolin’ me
And it nothin’ that I ain’t seen, niggas just be huffin’ and puffin’
Hope they told you this ain’t poker, roll your dice with me, you gamblin’ with your life
And yes, you could really die for that bluffin’
Bitch, you heard me say I love you, so I guess you don’t love me
That’s what you sayin’ ’cause it’s fuck your whole life, it was for me
Your own character, bitch, don’t think I’m handsome
I’m from the hood, no pot to pee
Might drop a three, hundred thousand on a Birkin
And this money ain’t everything, it brought more pain than I expected
If I ain’t comin’, I got people ‘cross the water still strugglin’
Yeah, I’m a Haitian boy, I’m livin’ the American dream, nameless
Thuggin’, buckin’, I ain’t have nothin’