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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Ricardo Toussaint
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Rippa on the Beat
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Rippa on the beat, bitch)
All this life I'm livin', all this life I'm livin'
Got me a lil' fucked up in the head, can't even lie 'bout that one
Got me crazy, this shit got me crazy
(Let me hear it)
[Verse 1]
All this life I'm livin' got me crazy
Why you drive the drop-top when it's rainin'?
How you put an O in front of the Range?
In a orange Rover, peel out, switchin' lanes
All this gunpowder fuckin' up my brain
Life done took a toll on me, it changed me
Got a **** walkin' 'round here, actin' strange
I left my burdens at the cross and went to Haiti
[Verse 2]
Three crosses on my face, they wanna hang me
I tripple-crossed a ****, yeah, I'm shady
And them **** can't relate, 'cause they ain't smart enough
Yeah, everythin' I do, it be for all of us
Got a Zoe flag on the Maybach truck, bendin' corners
Got too much money to be still jumpin' out of Land Rovers
Too much shooters to be still jumpin' out shootin'
I turned a Kodak moment to a whole movement
And you **** can't get close to me, I'm inaccessible
Keep every conversation brief as an ethical
I left all my partners, because I outgrew them
I left all my problems and moved to Wyoming
Any drops by my eyes, they ain't a tear, it's a blood
Faced all of my fears even though I ain't scared of nothin'
Earned everythin' because I came from the slums
Can you show me what's the meanin' to your love?
Thirty million blew and I'm still hittin' the bottom feeders
Left my burdens at the cross, yeah
I be throwin' cautions out the window
Ain't no crossin' 'bout business, I ain't taking no more losses
[Verse 3]
Say Haitian boy Kodak, uh, I love my auntie, my niece
Run up in the projects, thuggin' by the Chinese store
There go uncle Martino, he might try to call them
Thirteen on the molly's, tryna steal the violence
My mama couldn't hold me, she sat me down in a Mustang
In my daddy drop-top Toyota, felt just like a Corvette
Every bitch I stick my dick in, they said they wanna repeat
Written by: Bill K. Kapri, Darnell Emerson Matthew, Jr., Ricardo Toussaint