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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Allen Jones
Allen Jones
Songwriter
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Charles Allen
Charles Allen
Songwriter
Ernesto Cornejo
Ernesto Cornejo
Songwriter
Franklin C. Thompson
Franklin C. Thompson
Songwriter
Harvey J Henderson
Harvey J Henderson
Songwriter
James Alexander
James Alexander
Songwriter
Jesus Bobe
Jesus Bobe
Songwriter
Lloyd Ed Smith
Lloyd Ed Smith
Songwriter
Michael Edward Beard
Michael Edward Beard
Songwriter
Winston Stewart
Winston Stewart
Songwriter
Larry Charles Dodson
Larry Charles Dodson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dr. Zeuz
Dr. Zeuz
Producer
EC Fresco
EC Fresco
Producer
Denzel Richards
Denzel Richards
Recording Engineer
Dyryk
Dyryk
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I smell a way out this relationship, I see myself leavin', ain't stayin' no more
Hate I had to find out my damn self, I won't mean nothin' to you anymore
Have you ever seen a rainbow?
I ain't never seen a **** stay real too long
I ain't never seen a bitch happy with one dick
I swear, I'm findin' myself through this loneliness
I'm gettin' better at tellin' people 'no', I ain't never puttin' a bitch over these opiates
The Black & Milds becoming like weed to me, I only smoke 'em 'til probation's over
I'm goin' through her phone so I can find some closure
These McQueens like my lucky shoes
Me and three Caucasian bitches just had a rendezvous
Synthetic weed been bringin' out the best of me
Steppin' on ****, my feet got fungus
Everything I do humongous
Pussy **** snitchin', we killin' the witness, my **** had got adjusted
I'm fuckin' a million bitches, but I can't get no woman to love me
Money ain't brought me happiness, I don't give a fuck, I got some money
Money don't make me happy, I be so mad, I crashed the 'vert
I was already thuggin', but all this money just made it worse
I'ma pick my misery, I'ma be off Percs, full of syrup
Any **** say, "Fuck Yak," it's a matter of fact, he gon' get murked
Audiotape the killing
Heartbreaks and healing
Ain't leaving my ceiling
Bury me in a ditch
In the back of the projects where we used to play with sticks
I was the first young **** shootin', bitch, I was the first **** with a stick
Fifteen years old, G Pharaoh had me robbin' all the sprints
Runnin' into phone stores and cash for gold what got me rich
It'll never be the same, my **** changed, I seen him switch
Been solo ever since, pourin' fours in Sierra Mist
I'ma calculate before I make my move
'Cause I never speak or start to act too soon
'Cause I'm a sniper, we ain't for lifers, you ain't my dog or nothin'
I was blinded by all the fake love, it clouds my judgement
I ain't never seen a rainbow
Written by: Allen Jones, Bill K. Kapri, Charles Allen, Ernesto Cornejo, Franklin C. Thompson, Harvey J Henderson, James Alexander, Jesus Bobe, Larry Dodson, Lloyd Ed Smith, Michael Edward Beard, Winston Stewart
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