When dreams collide with reality, you get a vivid tapestry of ambition and desire. Kodak Black's anthem is a raw, unapologetic declaration of his aspirations and the relentless pursuit of success. He juxtaposes the luxury of a Rolls Royce against the grit of his Mustang, symbolizing his journey from humble beginnings to opulence. The lyrics reveal a man who has faced adversity but remains undeterred, yearning for material wealth, comfort, and a life far removed from hardship. With every bar, he articulates a deep-seated hunger for change—seeking not just survival but thriving in full splendor. This track is more than just a wishlist; it’s an ode to resilience and the unyielding human spirit striving for greatness amidst life's chaos.
I Wanna Live
Lyrics
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I'm in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a new whip, I want a new crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I'm in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a new whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things
I'm tryna run my money up, I'm tryna die slow
My uncle knew I was a star, he call my maestro
I'm blowin' jet fuel pack, I blow nitro
I'm tryna pull the roof back and live life though
I wanna peal off in the coupe, like grapefruit
I ain't fuckin' with that ho, that bitch disgraceful
She just want me to come and hit it, like I'm Babe Ruth
She just wanna come and eat me, like Baby Ruth
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I'm in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a new whip, I want a new crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I'm in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a new whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things
I sacrifice, I risk my life, I love this shit, I do it twice
That boy just came back home from jail, he clutchin' already
So many days, so many nights, I got a chop, earned my stripes
I pour my soul out on the mic, I hope God hear me
I'm goin' in, ain't got no friends, I keep it all business
Can't none of these bitches hold it down, but they all pretty
I'm tryna get up out the streets, I want a hundred milly
I want my diamonds on fleek, I'm tryna be litty
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I'm in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a new whip, I want a new crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I'm in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a new whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things
Writer(s): Benny Workman, Bill Kapri, Brittany Coney, Denisia Andrews
Copyright(s): Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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