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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Diehl
Benjamin Diehl
Songwriter
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Bill Kahan Kapri
Bill Kahan Kapri
Songwriter
Harold Larry Thomas
Harold Larry Thomas
Songwriter
Lee Jones
Lee Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Ulrich
Chris Ulrich
Engineer
Drew Drucker
Drew Drucker
Engineer
Jamie Peters
Jamie Peters
Engineer
Tyler Unland
Tyler Unland
Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Ben Billions
Ben Billions
Producer
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I can't let these **** knock me off my pivot
God sat me down and talked to me, I listened
I was in that cell, he told me that I'm gifted
I don't make it in the booth, then I'ma make it in the kitchen
[Verse 2]
I'm special with the mic, special with the whippin'
I ran out of money, had to pay attention
To all the people that were 'round me, they ain't have my best interest
You ain't have my best interest
[Verse 3]
You lazy with your loyalty and your position
And now I gotta execute 'cause you don't listen
That throwaway on me, dumping with precision
I know shawty already on my trail 'cause she see a ticket
I read between the lines of people and they intentions
Can't have you **** 'round if shit gon' go to missin'
I had to press that bump, I had to feel it
You know if it ever come down to it, a **** with it
[Verse 4]
All these drugs got the whole world jiggy
Hoes comin' out they clothes, a **** trippin'
Why hit the top to go back to the bottom?
All these bitches fallin' for me like it's autumn
I'm tryna tell you homie you don't want none
They free'd me so I'm right back to that munyon
Somebody tell these **** they don't want none
Kodak Black but I'm spreading blue hunduns
[Verse 5]
They sent my **** Kool on the fuckin' run
When they let him out of prison I'll be thirty-one
I knew I was a star when I was sellin' hard
Everybody told me I would make it when I was on the block
[Verse 6]
See before the rap shit, I was jackin' cars
I couldn't get it on my time 'cause I was doin' fraud
Me and my **** Lil Marcus, tearin' up the wire
It hurt me to my heart, I heard they gave him twenty-five
I'm from the Noya, all I know is slangin' that iron
[Outro]
Just like I told ya If I'm lyin' then I'm flyin'
Just like I told ya If I'm lyin' then I'm flyin'
Just like I told ya If I'm lyin' then I'm flyin'
Written by: Benjamin Diehl, Harold Thomas, Kodak Black, Lee Jones
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