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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Jacob Canady
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ATL Jacob
Producer
Cameron Wayne Amedeo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Keyon
Producer
Macshooter
Producer
Smatt Sertified
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
All of a sudden, everybody love me 'cause I'm back literally
Ask my mama, I was thuggin', I came back from under her titty
Got a shovel for ****, say they tryna get up with me
Say they dancin' with the devil, but they don't wanna see my gritty
She called me for a feature, I said, "I wanna fuck you naked"
I've been noticin' a lot of bad bitches come from Philly
When a **** straight, the only time you fuckin' with me
They be smilin' in my face, but really wanna kill me
They be smilin' in your face, but really wish to kill ya
Groundhogs when you wack and there go another ****
Cracker tryna paint me like a junkie and I got fuckin' issues
Yep, as long as they don't catch me with another pistol
Now homie, I ain't finna say nothin', I'm just gonna come and get ya
The diddly and pickle eggs in the projects, I remember
Everythin', uptown projects, UTP
With brutal youngin' **** tryna put you on a tee
[Verse 2]
Think of my life in golden acres back In the G
Thankful all my snipers and all the game they gave to me
Young **** stealin', pinchin' pennies just to see the dentist
From watchin' Wallie whippin', I knew I'd never be a witness
I was in elementary, skippin', thuggin', jumpin' fences
I knew I was goin' to penitentiary, kill me 'fore I be a witness
They be like, "Kodak, boy, you been blessed"
We remember you in the projects, you didn't even know who you are yet
I was bad, but I was smart as shit
'Cause I went to private school 'cause I won a lot of spellin' bee contests
Yours was petty theft, my first charge was armed car jackin'
It's a flex to say you grew up with Lamar Jackson
Get inside the jet for trappin', get to Ma's house, bendin' traffic
I ain't sayin' we were rich, but we payin' rent
So much gay shit with this fame shit, made me wanna stop rappin'
I ain't gonna lie, I'm snappin', but I can't lie, I'm not happy
[Verse 3]
Ain't had no fun, I bought me none 'fore I took care of my family
If I can do it again, my friends and my kin have every cent
Every time a bitch come 'round this bitch, **** start flaggin'
Like I'm a kid, so I'm grown and more strong than you, then
And how I step, I know I be wrong, I start movin' like you is
Hey, homie insecure, gotta treat me like a jit to feel like a man
Damn, I'm fucked up in the head
I was chasin' after friends, I damn near ran through all the bread
I forgave you a little bit, but I can't forget all the shit you said
It made me think, "What else you gotta say that you ain't sayin'?"
Like anythin' I ask you, actin' deaf like you want me to beg
Make sure you jet soon as you land, you changed on me yet, but I bet it's the plan
Big steppa, you know how I stand, would've gave my last breath, twin
These **** out here won't even support their brother 'cause they don't wanna feel like a dick rider
Written by: Bill K. Kapri, Jacob Canady