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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Jermaine Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
C-Clip Beatz
Producer
Lyrics
Yes, I'm your blessing, ma
Mama, I know, I know
Sometimes, I act crazy
But I'm still your baby
The projects made me like this
You can't blame me
Mama, I'm still your baby, but the streets corrupt me
I'm sorry I fell in love with guns, I fell in love with thuggin'
I'm clutchin', I keep that Colt .45 everyday like Tony Dungy
I shoulda just listened to what you said, but I don't really like instructions
I don't be wantin' to hear nothing 'cause I was lookin' up to my cousin
They was in and out of jail, that was all I seen so I knew what I wanted to be as a youngin'
Mama said she hate my stubbornness, why I gotta be so grumpy
When it comes to anger, don't rush it, you gon' end up in a dungeon
I hate my attitude, but I love him 'cause I don't really be with that fuck shit
Mama, I'm fried, I be just tryna vibe, I don't really be tryna get impulsive
Sittin' back sippin' on Hennessy, **** tryna drain out my energy
Ain't no bad vibe in these premises, I can feel the vibe, you envy me
Tryna stay level-headed, keep my head straight
But the devil he don't want to see me go the better way
Deep in my heart lookin' for the love I had
My heart was gold, but these dirty streets turned it black
I was a good lil' ****, life turned me bad
Can't show sympathy, I might get whacked
On probation, but I know I got to stay strapped
Went on a lick geeked, I forgot my face mask
Went on a lick geeked, turn up on a **** ass
When they let me out VA, I had thirty stashed
Poppin' frauds 'cause this rap shit wasn't bringin' cash
Always takin' care of my mama 'cause she all I had
You'll think that boy roller bladin'
I done skated so much ramifications
I coulda got draft to the Patriots
NFL, run up on me get deflated
Drop some but I caught a lot of cases
On route, goin' off top on a safety
I pray to Yahweh, could ya save me?
Lately, I been goin' back crazy
Maybe if you be my lady
I might stop all this ragin'
Baby, could you be my lady?
I just been sittin' here, thinkin'
Wonderin', could you be my lady?
I be goin' through some phases
I don't wanna know new faces
Everybody round me changin'
I was just talkin' about it to my partner 'nem
I just gave the pussy ass ho a compliment
Thought she was a thotty, I just started to like the bih
Nine dollar bill, that ain't real, she counterfeit
My ****, I was so close to wifin' it
I ain't brought it in, she's triflin'
All along, she was just a 'bout it bitch
She a slimy bih, she a grimy bitch
She conniving, she a sloppy bitch
Don't go out like that, she a nat
Fall back Black, she a nat
Don't go out like that, she a nat
Written by: Dieuson Octave, Jermaine Smith