American Dream Lyrics – Kodak Black, Rylo Rodriguez

Read the full American Dream lyrics by Kodak Black, Rylo Rodriguez and Lil Crix from the album Kodak The Blessing along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. In case you enjoyed this track, also check out other popular releases by Kodak Black like Better Or Worse and Peter Roll.

[Intro: Lil Crix]
Pa di mo pa gen anyen
Deken m konnen tre byen
Ke se ke o kap dechive, tre souvan la fleu, yeah
x (Airr, let me get that motherfu*ker)
I’ma just rap ’bout the s*it I’m going through (Ayy, Zero, you made this b!tch?)
Mm, mm, mm
Ayy, hold on, what I say?

[Verse 1: Lil Crix]
Contemplating why I grabbed the mic, s*it feel like cursed
It like no matter how hard I try, I swear this s*it be getting worse

Know this karma ’cause I used to punch a b!tch, now she stay pursed
I got n!ggas 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 s*it hurt
It’s hard to duck the feds when all you tryna make it out the dirt
I’m in the kill by myself, b!tch, I ain’t never need s*it
N!ggas begging for some fame, b!tch, I was begging for a brick
Whole time you thinking he your brother, you getting played just like game
Try to use you ’cause you beneficial, but when you catch it, it’s a shame ’cause it’s pitiful

[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
I paid for funerals for felons, I don’t know if I’m going to heaven
Right before Smith & Wesson, our gun was a Chinaberry
Momma waiting on a GoFundMe, took care of money, get ’em buried
I used to run the hood with Harry, hurt me, pat like Hail Mary
Putting s*it 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
Rubbing pit dogs since high school, seen a b!tch turn to a killer, yeah
When it’s smoke, we treat them boys like hippies, but it ain’t no peace
How you bringing up your opp name in interviews? You n!ggas police (Police, man)
I know n!ggas who killed n!ggas and I’m the reason that they free
Wonder ’bout how God feeling, I’m the one pay they lawyer fee
How you gangster picking battles? You met your match and got exposed

I know n!ggas ’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, scamming with my lif
et right, get back on that call, lil’ bro, it just came through twice
Fu*k 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 n!ggas 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 getting 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 fu*k n!gga, you over there, run
Say you clap or ready, we can’t chill or can’t hold you (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
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 flipping police and wishing spells
See him in prison sick, twenty-seven years, swear he sick of cells
N!gga, 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
B!tch, 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 chang
etting brighter, but I couldn’t imagine my life without the rain
Came up from nothing, they don’t even want money, n!gga rob you, not for fame
My story, my glory, no way Kodak can’t go out like no lame
I’m a lil’ n!gga, but I’m gon’ pay, now I pull it
I be wanting to be a better person, how I love getting money
And if 9 get behind me, n!gga, I’m sorry ’cause I’m too far and you ain’t catching nobody with that car
Sometimes I want you to make me cry like a lil’ baby and break my heart
N!ggas 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 riding ’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 getting high, then where the fu*k I’ma get my feel good?
How the fu*k 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 looking 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, telling you you don’t need me
If you ain’t riding for me, then you ain’t riding for nothing
Been on my P’s and Q’s while you lil’ boys in school
Been in the projects dripping QP’s, yeah, I’m a front porch jumping
I don’t know ’bout you, these n!ggas ain’t fooling me
And it nothing that I ain’t seen, n!ggas just be huffing and puffing
Hope they told you this ain’t poker, roll your dice with me, you gambling with your life
And yes, you could really die for that bluffing
B!tch, you heard me say I love you, so I guess you don’t love me
That’s what you saying ’cause it’s fu*k your whole life, it was for me
Your own character, b!tch, 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 coming, I got people ‘cross the water still struggling
Yeah, I’m a Haitian boy, I’m living the American dream, nameless
Thugging, bucking, I ain’t have nothing