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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Edgar Ferrera
Edgar Ferrera
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SkipOnDaBeat
SkipOnDaBeat
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'ma be real, I ain't as tough I say I am, I'm so scared of going to hell Killer look in the mirror and ask yourself, "Is you really tryna go to jail?" Hell no, yeah I thought so So stop living like you ain't thinking 'bout tomorrow Protect your health and it'd be selfish if you let the drugs get the best of you And prevent you from getting to witness all your child's grow That ain't fair, but I'm ballin' by myself, you somewhere out there heart broke Early September, last time we were together at the same hotel, damn It's been a minute you checked in with me I was just so close to going broke, I feel that I was gon' be right back drug dealin' Give me what you owe to me, I paid for your loyalty, no way you could give up on me My house not home, won't be here too long, heard the good die young I pray I could see forty-three, but ten more years is more than enough, get everything that I want I'ma iced out reaper, the devil been busy, but I ain't got time for him neither Stayed in the rain, ain't complain while they called FEMA, the pain in me deeper, shit like Hurricane Katrina Imagine me old, back hurtin', in pain I rather a nigga bust my god damn brain I stand with great affection waiting for you, babe I move with good intentions through everything And it seems everyone abandoned me All I know, I lean on promethazine All I know, you told me you'll be there for me So I come on this music, brought me refuge Ran outta dope, it's time to leave Travel to Mecca on my barefoot just to find peace You sick and tired of sorry's, crying on your diaries, I love you like mollies It's like it seem cool for people to play with my heart Why is it enough to be a fool just to see who's smart I heard your cop put a voice recorder in your car I was playin' dumbo, but really you the retard I don't care if fakin' gon' get you farther out here I'ma live by and die by my honor I should be ballin' and flickin' on the time that you call dudes in jail While I'm sittin' in prison, if you get shot, I should kill Say I'm a deadbeat and I'm not a good father Yet you ain't check up on me when my car burned How you gon' act like all your trauma 'cause of me? Pussy ass hoe, you ain't the only one that's suffering
Writer(s): Bill K. Kapri, Edgar Ferrera Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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