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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Damn
It's like, it's like once a **** got in this lil' situation
Everybody stopped fucking with me, dog
They throwing salt on my name
Shit cray
I'm staying down though, man
I'm staying solid man, I'll be back out there soon
[Verse 2]
Since a young ****, nobody couldn't tell me shit
It's Lil' Kodak, project baby, coming straight out the bricks
Section 8, where everybody here living off WIC
If you looking for me, I'm somewhere hitting a lick
In a rental car, I'm somewhere taking a trip
Keep my head on a swivel, out here you gotta be swift
Lord, this my last trip, forgive me for my sins
On my lonely road, running, tryna get to them bands
I done shook back, I'm right back at it again
[Verse 3]
Putting them crosses on the window, now I'm gone in the wind
In this life that I live, I learned a lot about friends
And how they just like these bitches, 'cause all they do is pretend
Hoe's will wanna ride for you if you got your money right
Do anything for you, suck your dick all night
They say they love you forever
They say they with you for life
Soon as shit go sour
Them hoe's catching a flight
[Verse 4]
I remember those days when I was heated them nights
'Cause all I wondered, was my people down to send me a kite
I done bounced right back, they can't believe they eyes
Everybody telling lies, say your boy caught a dime
They say we don't fuck with Kodak no more
He done went ghost
We ain't listening to his songs no more
He done fell off
He like another average Joe
Like I ain't gon' blow
They talk about me like a hoe
They talking down on me
[Verse 5]
Telling lies on me, say I caught eleven years
I done lost a lot of friends, shedded plenty tears
Could've hung me by my throat and cut my fucking ears
Stayed solid, had to do my bid, now I'm here
Road running for that money, we in Chesterfield
You know they say shit real when you in the field
Had to get it how I live, that's just what it is
Tried to put my **** on, but he fucking squealed
I remember those nights geeking off a pill
I was real lil' with my body full of pills
That lil' Haitian out his mind toting big steel
Look at him, he pouring molly in his every heel
Written by: Bill K. Kapri
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