I'm God-sent, I know I'm God-sent
I swear 'fore God
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Now, I done overcame so much obstacles
Came up from up under so much rocks and shit
Even though I be out here schemin' like a demon semen
I know I'm God-sent
This gotta be God
I'm God-sent, like He sent me up so I can relay these messages
Like He use me as his vessel, like He use me as an instrument
They locked me in a box, they hate how God just keep on blessin' me
They locked me in a box, I pray to God this ain't my destiny
I don't drink no lean, I'm sippin' on holy water like it's my medicine
I'm a livin' testimony, every album like a testament
Everything I went through made me who I am 'cause he be testin' me
So I'm breakin' bread with all my fam 'cause I don't take no ecstasy
I done sacrificed my niggas 'cause none of my niggas see the best in me
They want me slingin' metal like the Devil, but I'm Heaven-sent
My brother, my mother, and Alex f*ck my daddy 'cause he neglected me
I'm 20 years old, but I act like I been here before, like I'm a veteran
He speak this shit through me like I'm a prophet, but I'm a reverend
Put my blood, sweat and tears in all these lyrics 'cause this my Exodus
I'm dyin' so I can live, so I can live, I resurrected it
I'm dyin' so I can live, so I can live, I resurrected it
Ayy, blood in my eyes, I'm goin' blind, oh
Stuck in these streets, feel like my life froze
I've been runnin' these streets, got me dehydrated
I've been livin' so crazy, feel like I'm dyin', baby
Blood in my eyes, I'm goin' blind, oh
I'm stuck in these streets, feel like my life froze
I've been runnin' these streets, got me dehydrated
I've been livin' so crazy, feel like I'm dyin', baby
I just shot a nigga, now I can't sleep
My brother, he just washed me down with bleach, oh
Project baby, snotty nose, head peezy
Now everybody 'round the world tryna be me
Miss my niggas, hope they see me on the TV
I'm on Instagram showin' off my VV's
You won't understand that this wasn't easy
I been walkin' 'round with my head peezy
Shot a nigga, took a shower with the bleach, Yahweh
Mama, I fell victim to the streets, I'm sorry
I'm in middle school, sellin' weed in the hallway
I was skippin' school, got in beef, started robbin'
Jackboy, that's my G, we like Batman and Robin
God, I know you lookin' out for me through the darkness
Blood in my eyes, I'm goin' blind, oh
Stuck in these streets, feel like my life froze
I've been runnin' these streets, got me dehydrated
I've been livin' so crazy, feel like I'm dyin', baby
Blood in my eyes, I'm goin' blind, oh
I'm stuck in these streets, feel like my life froze
I've been runnin' these streets, got me dehydrated
I've been livin' so crazy, feel like I'm dyin', baby
Kodak Black - Dying to Live Album Lyrics
Kodak Black - Dying to Live Lyrics
Writer: Chad Thomas, Dieuson Octave
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
This Forever
Glee, gleeful
Yeah, like a nigga water whip
Glee
Like a nigga water whip
I'ma get it cracking
Cut from a different cloth
I'm a different fabric
They wanna see the day that I go polyester
I ain't never stop thugging
I'm like this forever
Like a nigga water whip
I'ma get it cracking
Cut from a different cloth
I'm a different fabric
They wanna see the day that I go polyester
I ain't never stop thugging
I'm like this forever
You know me, bih, I'm Lil Kodak, get a nigga sniped
I will never stop thugging, I'm like this for life
I be getting to the cheese, but I don't f*ck with mice
Nigga ratting on the team, hope them niggas die
When that four pound rock, I make the block shake
Glock like alarm clock, I make the block wake
I still can't believe Twin told on Jack
But I f*ck with but Michelan', but his brother rat
I ain't go to class, stacking paper like it's loose leaf
I've been toting straps, ugly corner too creep
All love fake, what you think the name mean?
I'm laying on you like a snake, bitch I'm A-Team
Like a nigga water whip
I'ma get it cracking
Cut from a different cloth
I'm a different fabric
They wanna see the day that I go polyester
I ain't never stop thugging
I'm like this forever
Like a nigga water whip
I'ma get it cracking
Cut from a different cloth
I'm a different fabric
They wanna see the day that I go polyester
I ain't never stop thugging
I'm like this forever
They wanna see the day I turn a rapper nigga
Let this money make me soft so they can bash a nigga
Like a nigga water whip, I'm coming back hard
With the same vibe when I used to jack cars
How I boot up on these niggas, ain't got no remorse
I'm dropping knowledge on you young niggas, no charge
And a nigga still thugging with this Prada on
Hundred thousand dollar watch, you know what time I'm on
I be looking in the mirror, I'm a f*cking G
I done came from the street, this how I wanna be
My street cred' on fleek and I'm still intact
This how I am, this how I was, this how I'm finna act
Like a nigga water whip
I'ma get it cracking
Cut from a different cloth
I'm a different fabric
They wanna see the day that I go polyester
I ain't never stop thugging
I'm like this forever
Like a nigga water whip
I'ma get it cracking
Cut from a different cloth
I'm a different fabric
They wanna see the day that I go polyester
I ain't never stop thugging
I'm like this forever
Yeah, like a nigga water whip
Glee
Like a nigga water whip
I'ma get it cracking
Cut from a different cloth
I'm a different fabric
They wanna see the day that I go polyester
I ain't never stop thugging
I'm like this forever
Like a nigga water whip
I'ma get it cracking
Cut from a different cloth
I'm a different fabric
They wanna see the day that I go polyester
I ain't never stop thugging
I'm like this forever
You know me, bih, I'm Lil Kodak, get a nigga sniped
I will never stop thugging, I'm like this for life
I be getting to the cheese, but I don't f*ck with mice
Nigga ratting on the team, hope them niggas die
When that four pound rock, I make the block shake
Glock like alarm clock, I make the block wake
I still can't believe Twin told on Jack
But I f*ck with but Michelan', but his brother rat
I ain't go to class, stacking paper like it's loose leaf
I've been toting straps, ugly corner too creep
All love fake, what you think the name mean?
I'm laying on you like a snake, bitch I'm A-Team
Like a nigga water whip
I'ma get it cracking
Cut from a different cloth
I'm a different fabric
They wanna see the day that I go polyester
I ain't never stop thugging
I'm like this forever
Like a nigga water whip
I'ma get it cracking
Cut from a different cloth
I'm a different fabric
They wanna see the day that I go polyester
I ain't never stop thugging
I'm like this forever
They wanna see the day I turn a rapper nigga
Let this money make me soft so they can bash a nigga
Like a nigga water whip, I'm coming back hard
With the same vibe when I used to jack cars
How I boot up on these niggas, ain't got no remorse
I'm dropping knowledge on you young niggas, no charge
And a nigga still thugging with this Prada on
Hundred thousand dollar watch, you know what time I'm on
I be looking in the mirror, I'm a f*cking G
I done came from the street, this how I wanna be
My street cred' on fleek and I'm still intact
This how I am, this how I was, this how I'm finna act
Like a nigga water whip
I'ma get it cracking
Cut from a different cloth
I'm a different fabric
They wanna see the day that I go polyester
I ain't never stop thugging
I'm like this forever
Like a nigga water whip
I'ma get it cracking
Cut from a different cloth
I'm a different fabric
They wanna see the day that I go polyester
I ain't never stop thugging
I'm like this forever
Writer: Bill Kapri, Leon Thomas, London Holmes, Masamune Kudo, Rex Kudo
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Identity Theft
Rippa on the beat, bitch
Fresh out of jail, but don't think I'm scared to go back, motherf*cker
I still'll hit a nigga with that glizzy
If rap don't pop, I'm back to stealin' identity, I'm back to credit card theft
Back to credit card fraud
Fresh out of jail and Atlantic Records dropped that bag on me
Yeah, them crackers just dropped that bag on me again
(Let me hear it)
Fresh out of jail, made another milli'
And bitch, don't think I changed, 'cause I didn't
I'll still'll hit a nigga with that glizzy
If rap don't pop, I'm back to stealin' identity
Credit card fraud, I'm in an Infiniti
I just took my brother's charge like I am not rich
I took my brother's charge like I ain't got shit
I guess he ain't step up for me 'cause he ain't got it in him
I'm walkin' 'round with fifty thousand in my denim
And I don't trust nobody, I'm drinkin' snake venom
And I don't like you nigga, man, I'm just sayin'
I don't really like you bitches, I be just playin'
Before I jumped up off the porch, I was ready then
Let's see if I can shoot the pistol with my left hand
Type of nigga hit the party with my FN
Type of nigga f*ck a shawty and her best friend
I be gettin' to the loot, I be gettin' it in
Free my niggas eatin' soup 'cause they in the can
Road runnin', gettin' money, I be pullin' scams
Redrum, head huntin', nigga, what you sayin'?
If you f*ck with me, then why you got me doin' time?
If you f*ck with me, then why you got me slangin' iron?
All these bitches on my dick, but they can't even ride
Got my mama out the bricks, she ain't gotta cry
Ayy, don't be f*ckin' with my clique if you ain't tryna die
I'm a Zoe, don't call me Slime, then you is not my kind
I be steppin' on these niggas, I don't rest up
I put my foot down on that bitch, she be like, "Yes sir"
Free my nigga JGreen, took one for the team
Hit the bank, I want no dubs, don't even
Kodak Black, I don't f*ck with cuz, cuz green
Hit the slab, go and run it up, you know what I mean
You know what I mean? You know what I'm sayin'?
Free my niggas eatin' soup 'cause they in the can
You know what I mean? You know what I'm sayin'?
Free my niggas eatin' soup 'cause they in the can
Fresh out of jail, made another milli'
And bitch, don't think I changed, 'cause I didn't
I'll still'll hit a nigga with that glizzy
If rap don't pop, I'm back to stealin' identity
Credit card fraud, I'm in an Infiniti
Yeah, I just called Chief, he said that's not it
You keep tweetin' 'bout a nigga, get your block hit
I guess he ain't f*ckin' with me 'cause I ain't f*ckin' with him
Fresh out of jail, but don't think I'm scared to go back, motherf*cker
I still'll hit a nigga with that glizzy
If rap don't pop, I'm back to stealin' identity, I'm back to credit card theft
Back to credit card fraud
Fresh out of jail and Atlantic Records dropped that bag on me
Yeah, them crackers just dropped that bag on me again
(Let me hear it)
Fresh out of jail, made another milli'
And bitch, don't think I changed, 'cause I didn't
I'll still'll hit a nigga with that glizzy
If rap don't pop, I'm back to stealin' identity
Credit card fraud, I'm in an Infiniti
I just took my brother's charge like I am not rich
I took my brother's charge like I ain't got shit
I guess he ain't step up for me 'cause he ain't got it in him
I'm walkin' 'round with fifty thousand in my denim
And I don't trust nobody, I'm drinkin' snake venom
And I don't like you nigga, man, I'm just sayin'
I don't really like you bitches, I be just playin'
Before I jumped up off the porch, I was ready then
Let's see if I can shoot the pistol with my left hand
Type of nigga hit the party with my FN
Type of nigga f*ck a shawty and her best friend
I be gettin' to the loot, I be gettin' it in
Free my niggas eatin' soup 'cause they in the can
Road runnin', gettin' money, I be pullin' scams
Redrum, head huntin', nigga, what you sayin'?
If you f*ck with me, then why you got me doin' time?
If you f*ck with me, then why you got me slangin' iron?
All these bitches on my dick, but they can't even ride
Got my mama out the bricks, she ain't gotta cry
Ayy, don't be f*ckin' with my clique if you ain't tryna die
I'm a Zoe, don't call me Slime, then you is not my kind
I be steppin' on these niggas, I don't rest up
I put my foot down on that bitch, she be like, "Yes sir"
Free my nigga JGreen, took one for the team
Hit the bank, I want no dubs, don't even
Kodak Black, I don't f*ck with cuz, cuz green
Hit the slab, go and run it up, you know what I mean
You know what I mean? You know what I'm sayin'?
Free my niggas eatin' soup 'cause they in the can
You know what I mean? You know what I'm sayin'?
Free my niggas eatin' soup 'cause they in the can
Fresh out of jail, made another milli'
And bitch, don't think I changed, 'cause I didn't
I'll still'll hit a nigga with that glizzy
If rap don't pop, I'm back to stealin' identity
Credit card fraud, I'm in an Infiniti
Yeah, I just called Chief, he said that's not it
You keep tweetin' 'bout a nigga, get your block hit
I guess he ain't f*ckin' with me 'cause I ain't f*ckin' with him
Writer: Dieuson Octave, Ricardo Toussaint
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Gnarly
I just took Cialis, but she on a molly
Let's get gnarly
I get out my body
Yeah, we link up
I just took Cialis, but she on a molly (Ayy)
Do you wanna boot up? Do you wanna party? (Ayy)
Mollys in Dasani, baby, let's get gnarly (Ayy)
I get out my tail and I get out my body (Ayy)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly
I ain't mean to hurt you, baby, I'm sorry
Whippin' Ariana Grande, I got iCarly (Yeah)
I got white girl (Yeah), I got black Barbie
I made the ladies dutty wine like I'm Sean Paulie
And I'm slidin' in an Audi, I coulda bought a 'Rari
But my mama told me save that money like I ain't got it
My girl just asked me for some money, I told her I ain't got it
And even though she know I got it, baby, I ain't got it
Yeah, Luc Belaire, I'm sippin', baby, I'm just livin'
Yeah, I just took Viagra, I'm waitin' for it to kick in
Yeah, you might think I'm crazy, think I'm so retarded
Yeah, but I'm whatcha-call-it, I popped a whatcha-call-it
I just took Cialis, but she on a molly (Ayy)
Do you wanna boot up? Do you wanna party? (Ayy)
Mollys in Dasani, baby, let's get gnarly (Ayy)
I get out my tail and I get out my body (Ayy)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly
One, two, three, bitch, I'm off the Molly (Off the Molly, ooh)
My diamonds, they got ESE 'cause they retarded (They retarded)
Bitch, is you stupid? Look what you just started (Ooh, huh?)
Coulda bought a Lambo', I got Aston-Martin (Uh)
Lil Pump, ooh, all my bitches, they come in twos (Huh?)
And I sold crack to your nephew (Yeah)
Put my dick in her, oh, pussy loose (Ooh)
Ooh, goddamn, whippin' up Sam (Brrt)
Put my dick in her mouth, put her on the 'Gram (Yeah)
Diamonds on my neck, yeah, they light up like a lamp (Huh?)
Woke up, Xanned out, in the boot camp (Uh, ooh, brrt)
Lil bitch, I told you that you ain't important (Ain't important)
I heard you ain't got no papers so you got deported (Yeah, ooh)
I woke up in the mornin' with another warrant (Goddamn)
Well, bitch ain't gonna catch me 'cause I'm still tourin' (Ooh, yeah)
I just took Cialis, but she on a molly (Ayy)
Do you wanna boot up? Do you wanna party? (Ayy)
Mollys in Dasani, baby, let's get gnarly (Ayy)
I get out my tail and I get out my body (Ayy)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly
Let's get gnarly
I get out my body
Yeah, we link up
I just took Cialis, but she on a molly (Ayy)
Do you wanna boot up? Do you wanna party? (Ayy)
Mollys in Dasani, baby, let's get gnarly (Ayy)
I get out my tail and I get out my body (Ayy)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly
I ain't mean to hurt you, baby, I'm sorry
Whippin' Ariana Grande, I got iCarly (Yeah)
I got white girl (Yeah), I got black Barbie
I made the ladies dutty wine like I'm Sean Paulie
And I'm slidin' in an Audi, I coulda bought a 'Rari
But my mama told me save that money like I ain't got it
My girl just asked me for some money, I told her I ain't got it
And even though she know I got it, baby, I ain't got it
Yeah, Luc Belaire, I'm sippin', baby, I'm just livin'
Yeah, I just took Viagra, I'm waitin' for it to kick in
Yeah, you might think I'm crazy, think I'm so retarded
Yeah, but I'm whatcha-call-it, I popped a whatcha-call-it
I just took Cialis, but she on a molly (Ayy)
Do you wanna boot up? Do you wanna party? (Ayy)
Mollys in Dasani, baby, let's get gnarly (Ayy)
I get out my tail and I get out my body (Ayy)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly
One, two, three, bitch, I'm off the Molly (Off the Molly, ooh)
My diamonds, they got ESE 'cause they retarded (They retarded)
Bitch, is you stupid? Look what you just started (Ooh, huh?)
Coulda bought a Lambo', I got Aston-Martin (Uh)
Lil Pump, ooh, all my bitches, they come in twos (Huh?)
And I sold crack to your nephew (Yeah)
Put my dick in her, oh, pussy loose (Ooh)
Ooh, goddamn, whippin' up Sam (Brrt)
Put my dick in her mouth, put her on the 'Gram (Yeah)
Diamonds on my neck, yeah, they light up like a lamp (Huh?)
Woke up, Xanned out, in the boot camp (Uh, ooh, brrt)
Lil bitch, I told you that you ain't important (Ain't important)
I heard you ain't got no papers so you got deported (Yeah, ooh)
I woke up in the mornin' with another warrant (Goddamn)
Well, bitch ain't gonna catch me 'cause I'm still tourin' (Ooh, yeah)
I just took Cialis, but she on a molly (Ayy)
Do you wanna boot up? Do you wanna party? (Ayy)
Mollys in Dasani, baby, let's get gnarly (Ayy)
I get out my tail and I get out my body (Ayy)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly (Yeah)
One, two, three, let's get gnarly
Writer: Derek Garcia, Dieuson Octave, Gazzy Garcia, Julian Munro, Sebastian Baldeon Leon
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Zeze
(D.A. got that dope)
Ice water, turned Atlantic (freeze)
Nightcrawlin' in a Phantom (skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that don't you panic
Took an island, (yeah) flood the mansion (big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (it's lit)
She love bitches undercover (in the sheets)
I'm an ass and titty lover (big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me? (Pop it for me)
Pull up in a Demon, on God (God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (Z shit)
Pull up in a Demon, on God (God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (Z shit)
Offset! Blow the brains out the coupe (boo)
Police wanna talk, but I'm on mute (woo-woo, hey)
I'ma bust her wrist down 'cause she cute (ice)
F*ck her on a yacht, dive in a pool (yeah)
She an addict (addict), addict for the lifestyle and the Patek (Patek)
Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel fabrics? (Chanel)
I be drippin' to death, I need a casket (drippin')
And we got more stripes than the ref, he foul, TEC him (bow, stripes)
In the middle of the field like David Beckham (field, bow-bow)
All my niggas locked up, for real, I'm tryna help 'em (free, free)
When I got a mil', got me the chills, don't know what happened (hoo, chills)
Pop pills, do what you feel, I'm on that zombie (hey, hoo)
I'm more like Gaddafi, I'm not no Gandhi (Gaddafi, hey)
I'm more like I'm David, Goliath runnin' (hey, hey)
Niggas be clonin', I find it funny (clone, haha)
We from the Nawf, straight out of the dungeon (we from the Nawf, hey)
I go in her mouth, she can't tell me nothin' (eghck, eghck, egchk)
300, the watch is out of your budget (woo, woo, 300)
Mean-muggin' got me clutchin'
Yeah, and this stick right out of Russia
Ice water, turned Atlantic (freeze)
Nightcrawlin' in the Phantom (skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that don't you panic
Took an island, (yeah) flood the mansion (big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (it's lit)
Bitches undercover (in the sheets)
I'm an ass and titty lover (big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?
Pull up in a Demon, on God (God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (Z shit)
Pull up in a Demon, on God (God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (Z shit)
In a Hellcat 'cause I'm a hell-raiser
Self-made, I don't owe a nigga nann favor
When you get that money, nigga, keep your heart
I'm slidin' in a coupe, ain't got no key to start
I got the fire on me in BET Awards
When your well run dry, you know you need me for it
When I pull up in the Buick, you know what I'm doin'
If the police get behind me, I'm fleein' and eludin'
Sleepin' on the palette turned me to a savage
I'm a project baby, now I stay in Calabasas
Like I still serve fiends, like I'm still jackin'
I be sippin' on lean, tryna keep balance
Hit that Z-Walk, Dickie's with my Reeboks
I don't say much, I just let the heat talk
Your jewelry water whip, diamonds like re-rock
My lil' baby ride the dick like a see-saw
When I stepped up on the scene, I was on a bean
When I jumped up out the Beam', I was in Celine
Baby girl, you just a fling, that ain't what I mean
Money bustin' out my jeans like I do the scheme
Pull up in a Demon, on God (God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (Z shit)
Pull up in a Demon, on God (God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (Z shit)
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Ice water, turned Atlantic (freeze)
Nightcrawlin' in a Phantom (skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that don't you panic
Took an island, (yeah) flood the mansion (big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (it's lit)
She love bitches undercover (in the sheets)
I'm an ass and titty lover (big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me? (Pop it for me)
Pull up in a Demon, on God (God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (Z shit)
Pull up in a Demon, on God (God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (Z shit)
Offset! Blow the brains out the coupe (boo)
Police wanna talk, but I'm on mute (woo-woo, hey)
I'ma bust her wrist down 'cause she cute (ice)
F*ck her on a yacht, dive in a pool (yeah)
She an addict (addict), addict for the lifestyle and the Patek (Patek)
Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel fabrics? (Chanel)
I be drippin' to death, I need a casket (drippin')
And we got more stripes than the ref, he foul, TEC him (bow, stripes)
In the middle of the field like David Beckham (field, bow-bow)
All my niggas locked up, for real, I'm tryna help 'em (free, free)
When I got a mil', got me the chills, don't know what happened (hoo, chills)
Pop pills, do what you feel, I'm on that zombie (hey, hoo)
I'm more like Gaddafi, I'm not no Gandhi (Gaddafi, hey)
I'm more like I'm David, Goliath runnin' (hey, hey)
Niggas be clonin', I find it funny (clone, haha)
We from the Nawf, straight out of the dungeon (we from the Nawf, hey)
I go in her mouth, she can't tell me nothin' (eghck, eghck, egchk)
300, the watch is out of your budget (woo, woo, 300)
Mean-muggin' got me clutchin'
Yeah, and this stick right out of Russia
Ice water, turned Atlantic (freeze)
Nightcrawlin' in the Phantom (skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that don't you panic
Took an island, (yeah) flood the mansion (big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (it's lit)
Bitches undercover (in the sheets)
I'm an ass and titty lover (big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?
Pull up in a Demon, on God (God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (Z shit)
Pull up in a Demon, on God (God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (Z shit)
In a Hellcat 'cause I'm a hell-raiser
Self-made, I don't owe a nigga nann favor
When you get that money, nigga, keep your heart
I'm slidin' in a coupe, ain't got no key to start
I got the fire on me in BET Awards
When your well run dry, you know you need me for it
When I pull up in the Buick, you know what I'm doin'
If the police get behind me, I'm fleein' and eludin'
Sleepin' on the palette turned me to a savage
I'm a project baby, now I stay in Calabasas
Like I still serve fiends, like I'm still jackin'
I be sippin' on lean, tryna keep balance
Hit that Z-Walk, Dickie's with my Reeboks
I don't say much, I just let the heat talk
Your jewelry water whip, diamonds like re-rock
My lil' baby ride the dick like a see-saw
When I stepped up on the scene, I was on a bean
When I jumped up out the Beam', I was in Celine
Baby girl, you just a fling, that ain't what I mean
Money bustin' out my jeans like I do the scheme
Pull up in a Demon, on God (God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (Z shit)
Pull up in a Demon, on God (God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (Z shit)
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Writer: Bill Kapri, C. Gandy-Rogers, David Doman, Dieuson Octave, J. Thomas, Jacques Webster, Kiari Cephus, M. Prince
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Take One
You know, me, I ain't doing no Tweetin' (Glee!)
I ain't doin' no Tweetin'
Sniper Gang, Kodak
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin, I'ma get him when that day come
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin', I'ma get him when that day come
I'ma lay on lil' buddy for 'bout 8 months
If I whack him now, everybody gon' say somethin'
He tryna cop deuces, I don't tolerate none
He tried to pull up to the corner but he can't come
Yeah, we ran down on fooly, he a wankster
He portrayin' to the media he gangsta
That pussy bitin', got me thinkin' about a ring or sum'
That pussy bitin', make a nigga wanna sing or sum'
Lil' cracker f*cked up and then he put a bracelet on
So I'm slidin' in a Tahoe with a ray gun
I'm gettin' the money, I ain't even gotta pay for it
That pussy so good, I give her everything she want
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin, I'ma get him when that day come
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin', I'ma get him when that day come
Niggas gettin' kidnapped just to show you that it's real
Niggas gettin' snatched, showin' you niggas know right where you live
When you dissin me, nigga, that better be really how you feel
'Cause I ain't takin' no apologies, I don't care if it's sincere
I'm on 1800 block, still posted with the steel
I don't even care, I got a couple mil still in the field
I'm a bussiness man how I give a pussy nigga the deal
Like an engineer I give a pussy nigga the drill
I be lovin' when we vibin'
I be lovin' when we chill
And that pussy so damn good, it make a nigga shed a tear
Slidin' lowkey booted
He a shooter, I recruited him
Better keep that toolie if he move then you shootin' him
Glee!
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin, I'ma get him when that day come
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin', I'ma get him when that day come
I ain't doin' no Tweetin'
Sniper Gang, Kodak
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin, I'ma get him when that day come
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin', I'ma get him when that day come
I'ma lay on lil' buddy for 'bout 8 months
If I whack him now, everybody gon' say somethin'
He tryna cop deuces, I don't tolerate none
He tried to pull up to the corner but he can't come
Yeah, we ran down on fooly, he a wankster
He portrayin' to the media he gangsta
That pussy bitin', got me thinkin' about a ring or sum'
That pussy bitin', make a nigga wanna sing or sum'
Lil' cracker f*cked up and then he put a bracelet on
So I'm slidin' in a Tahoe with a ray gun
I'm gettin' the money, I ain't even gotta pay for it
That pussy so good, I give her everything she want
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin, I'ma get him when that day come
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin', I'ma get him when that day come
Niggas gettin' kidnapped just to show you that it's real
Niggas gettin' snatched, showin' you niggas know right where you live
When you dissin me, nigga, that better be really how you feel
'Cause I ain't takin' no apologies, I don't care if it's sincere
I'm on 1800 block, still posted with the steel
I don't even care, I got a couple mil still in the field
I'm a bussiness man how I give a pussy nigga the deal
Like an engineer I give a pussy nigga the drill
I be lovin' when we vibin'
I be lovin' when we chill
And that pussy so damn good, it make a nigga shed a tear
Slidin' lowkey booted
He a shooter, I recruited him
Better keep that toolie if he move then you shootin' him
Glee!
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin, I'ma get him when that day come
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin', I'ma get him when that day come
Writer: Dieuson Octave, Benjamin Diehl
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
MoshPit
I'm stompin'
Let's start a moshpit
F*ck a protest let's start a moshpit
Yeah
Red bottom kicks I feel like stomping in here (Ya dig)
No oatmeal and grits I'm eating cod fish in here (Uh-huh)
New space coupe feel like a martian in here (Yeah)
F*ck a protest let's start a moshpit (F*ck a protest)
Red bottom kicks I feel like stomping in here (Ya dig)
No oatmeal and grits I'm eating cod fish in here (Eating cod fish in here)
New space coupe feel like a martian in here (Skeert)
F*ck a protest lets start a moshpit (Start a moshpit)
Out of space hot like a martian in here
Doing donuts in the lot ain't no parking in here
We about that action ain't no talking in here
Shorty twerking on the walls, Peter Parker in here
Haters in the rear view, ex on my phone
We too loud I can't hear you
His blood turn his coat red, I will Paul Revere you
I'ma ball 'til I fall, I will Cavalier you
Space Jam jumping they asking who let the monsters in here
I'm with killers I'm with straight Jeffrey Dahmer's in here
I hang with animals, lil' brody brought the llama in here
Money old, old enough to f*ck your mama in here, oh yeah
Red bottom kicks I feel like stomping in here (Ya dig)
No oatmeal and grits I'm eating cod fish in here (Uh-huh)
New space coupe feel like a martian in here (Yeah)
F*ck a protest let's start a moshpit (F*ck a protest)
Red bottom kicks I feel like stomping in here (Ya dig)
No oatmeal and grits I'm eating cod fish in here (Eating cod fish in here)
New space coupe feel like a martian in here (Skeert)
F*ck a protest lets start a moshpit (Start a moshpit)
F*ck a protest let's start a fight in here
I just stepped up in the party all my Snipers here
I be rocking Tom Ford popping Molly though
Now I'm eating calamari no more sloppy joe
Choke sandwich in my mansion, tryna save for dinner
I'ma start a moshpit in the Staples Center
All you niggas bitter, it's alright though
Codeine in my liver, I'm sipping hydro
I'm blowing nitro, smoking jetpack
Hating on a street nigga, can't respect that
I wanna jump out in a crowd, but I be scared to do it
'Cause if they pull on me the wrong way, I'ma go to shooting
Red bottom kicks I feel like stomping in here
No oatmeal and grits I'm eating cod fish in here
New space coupe feel like a martian in here (Yeah)
F*ck a protest let's start a moshpit
Red bottom kicks I feel like stomping in here
No oatmeal and grits I'm eating cod fish in here (Ayy)
New space coupe feel like a martian in here
F*ck a protest lets start a moshpit
Let's start a moshpit
F*ck a protest let's start a moshpit
Yeah
Red bottom kicks I feel like stomping in here (Ya dig)
No oatmeal and grits I'm eating cod fish in here (Uh-huh)
New space coupe feel like a martian in here (Yeah)
F*ck a protest let's start a moshpit (F*ck a protest)
Red bottom kicks I feel like stomping in here (Ya dig)
No oatmeal and grits I'm eating cod fish in here (Eating cod fish in here)
New space coupe feel like a martian in here (Skeert)
F*ck a protest lets start a moshpit (Start a moshpit)
Out of space hot like a martian in here
Doing donuts in the lot ain't no parking in here
We about that action ain't no talking in here
Shorty twerking on the walls, Peter Parker in here
Haters in the rear view, ex on my phone
We too loud I can't hear you
His blood turn his coat red, I will Paul Revere you
I'ma ball 'til I fall, I will Cavalier you
Space Jam jumping they asking who let the monsters in here
I'm with killers I'm with straight Jeffrey Dahmer's in here
I hang with animals, lil' brody brought the llama in here
Money old, old enough to f*ck your mama in here, oh yeah
Red bottom kicks I feel like stomping in here (Ya dig)
No oatmeal and grits I'm eating cod fish in here (Uh-huh)
New space coupe feel like a martian in here (Yeah)
F*ck a protest let's start a moshpit (F*ck a protest)
Red bottom kicks I feel like stomping in here (Ya dig)
No oatmeal and grits I'm eating cod fish in here (Eating cod fish in here)
New space coupe feel like a martian in here (Skeert)
F*ck a protest lets start a moshpit (Start a moshpit)
F*ck a protest let's start a fight in here
I just stepped up in the party all my Snipers here
I be rocking Tom Ford popping Molly though
Now I'm eating calamari no more sloppy joe
Choke sandwich in my mansion, tryna save for dinner
I'ma start a moshpit in the Staples Center
All you niggas bitter, it's alright though
Codeine in my liver, I'm sipping hydro
I'm blowing nitro, smoking jetpack
Hating on a street nigga, can't respect that
I wanna jump out in a crowd, but I be scared to do it
'Cause if they pull on me the wrong way, I'ma go to shooting
Red bottom kicks I feel like stomping in here
No oatmeal and grits I'm eating cod fish in here
New space coupe feel like a martian in here (Yeah)
F*ck a protest let's start a moshpit
Red bottom kicks I feel like stomping in here
No oatmeal and grits I'm eating cod fish in here (Ayy)
New space coupe feel like a martian in here
F*ck a protest lets start a moshpit
Writer: Christopher Gibbs, Dieuson Octave, Edgar Ferrera, Jarad A. Higgins, Sy Ari Brockington
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Transgression
Tired
Glee, gleeful
This how you step, right here, look
I be slidin' 'round with my firearm, I gotta keep a weapon
I be ridin' 'round everywhere, I dare one of y'all lil' niggas to test me
I keep on drivin' 'round, got me goin' through all these transgressions
Shootin' niggas and foolin' 'round, won't let me see my blessin'
I be slidin' 'round with my firearm, I gotta keep a weapon
I be ridin' 'round everywhere, I dare one of y'all lil' niggas to test me
I keep on drivin' 'round, got me goin' through all these transgressions
Shootin' niggas and foolin' 'round, won't let me see my blessin'
I did everything the streets told me was cool to do
Now I'd rather prove it to myself before I prove to you
I never tell, put me in jail, put me in any dorm
And I can make it through whatever, I'll weather any storm
Say park the Wraith outside the prison when I hear your ass
My mama told me 'bout you niggas, I swear she know best
My bitch did a whole bid with me, that's my baby
Not showin' off, I blowed up, she 'bout to have my baby
I swear it feel like yesterday, I was just in the county
When me and Snake was talkin' 'bout how we was in the projects
When we was on the ugly corner, we were poppin' Molly
How we be bootin' up on niggas when they actin' rowdy
Sniper Gang, I hate how I can't have my niggas 'round me
We love each other so much our energies just keep collidin'
We down to suit up any moment, we be too excited
And free Lil Cool, it's been a minute since we reunited
My nigga Pee just caught a body and he still fightin' it
I hate I fell in love with thuggin', I give my mama anxiety
I love Lil DJ like a brother, you play with him, I'll kill you
Lil' Jackboy shoulda just been my brother, I swear I love that nigga
I don't even need your love no more, I got a little heart
I do my own time, I don't need no nigga to take no charge
I couldn't even get a letter from you and that was your gun
You ain't send me nothin' or ask no boy, "How your lil' brother doin'?"
Glee, gleeful
This how you step, right here, look
I be slidin' 'round with my firearm, I gotta keep a weapon
I be ridin' 'round everywhere, I dare one of y'all lil' niggas to test me
I keep on drivin' 'round, got me goin' through all these transgressions
Shootin' niggas and foolin' 'round, won't let me see my blessin'
I be slidin' 'round with my firearm, I gotta keep a weapon
I be ridin' 'round everywhere, I dare one of y'all lil' niggas to test me
I keep on drivin' 'round, got me goin' through all these transgressions
Shootin' niggas and foolin' 'round, won't let me see my blessin'
I did everything the streets told me was cool to do
Now I'd rather prove it to myself before I prove to you
I never tell, put me in jail, put me in any dorm
And I can make it through whatever, I'll weather any storm
Say park the Wraith outside the prison when I hear your ass
My mama told me 'bout you niggas, I swear she know best
My bitch did a whole bid with me, that's my baby
Not showin' off, I blowed up, she 'bout to have my baby
I swear it feel like yesterday, I was just in the county
When me and Snake was talkin' 'bout how we was in the projects
When we was on the ugly corner, we were poppin' Molly
How we be bootin' up on niggas when they actin' rowdy
Sniper Gang, I hate how I can't have my niggas 'round me
We love each other so much our energies just keep collidin'
We down to suit up any moment, we be too excited
And free Lil Cool, it's been a minute since we reunited
My nigga Pee just caught a body and he still fightin' it
I hate I fell in love with thuggin', I give my mama anxiety
I love Lil DJ like a brother, you play with him, I'll kill you
Lil' Jackboy shoulda just been my brother, I swear I love that nigga
I don't even need your love no more, I got a little heart
I do my own time, I don't need no nigga to take no charge
I couldn't even get a letter from you and that was your gun
You ain't send me nothin' or ask no boy, "How your lil' brother doin'?"
Writer: Derek Garcia, Dieuson Octave, Gaitan Gonzales, Ian McKee, Russell Pochop
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Malcolm X.X.X.
Minister Malcolm
The thing that I thought might be good for
Starting it off is to, talk about one of the most pervasive beliefs
In the general society about the Nation of Islam
Talkin' to you like talkin' to myself
'Cause it ain't no gettin' through to you, with all I swear
And I've been thinkin' 'bout you since I came to jail
I've tried to reach out to you, but it was to no avail
Guess it ain't nothin' else to do when we outgrew each other
We hard down beefin' like we never knew each other
Top off the coupe, no bikini, we came out life now
I'm sippin' Bellini, livin' that lifestyle
And that is that it is an organization dedicated
To the use of violent means to attain its goals
The question I have is, how true is this, and why do you think it persists in society?
Poppin' pills, poppin' pistols, I put my mic down
I almost lost my life that night, I was on a bloodhound
They tryna tell us put the bikes up and the guns down
X was tryna buy a bike and he got gunned down
X was tryna change his life, but he got burned down
X wasn't ridin' with no pipe so he got gunned down
Listen, do as I say, don't do as I do
Nine out of ten, it ain't gon' end up lookin' good for you
Have never at any time been guilty of initiating any aggressive acts of violence
During the entire 33 years or more
That the honorable Elijah Mohammed has been teaching us. The-
If I wasn't rich, you wouldn't be pullin' up to my funeral
First they kissin' you, huggin' you, then they suin' you
If it was me, it was you, I'm wonderin' what you would do
I just pulled up on your mama, homie, she beautiful
Yeah, gotta keep the strap, can't let you, let y'all on me
I got married to the game, she put these racks all on me
Now I got diamonds on my ring, look like a matrimony
First they screamin' my name, then file a lawsuit on me
You would hate to see me reach my full potential
You want me robbin', poppin' Mollies, poppin' pistols
I'm goin' to college 'cause to the youngins I'm influential
Thought it was Congress, they ain't know this was a Presidential
They ain't know that I was intellectual
You tryna change your life, but they won't let you
I know they know I'm special, why they playin' with me?
You talkin' jewels, I'm droppin' jewels, you see the difference
Coppin' jewels for your dawgs, they don't appreciate it
Everybody gon' say you fake when you make it
Back of the Maybach with the tints so you don't notice me
When the money bring the fame, you can't even roll in peace
Guess all the pain that I went through had to be the recipe
I stood tall through it all and brought out the best of me
Ayo, dismiss all them charges, that ain't my destiny
Everything I said, I stood on it, I got integrity
G.A., I put my hood on it, I bring the checks with me
You need security by your grave so you can rest in peace
Tired
Charge of violence against us actually stems from the guilt complex
That exists in the conscious and subconscious minds of most white people in this country
They know that they've been violent in their brutality against negros
And they feel that some day the negro is going to wake up
And try and do unto them as they have done-do unto the whites as the whites have done unto us
The thing that I thought might be good for
Starting it off is to, talk about one of the most pervasive beliefs
In the general society about the Nation of Islam
Talkin' to you like talkin' to myself
'Cause it ain't no gettin' through to you, with all I swear
And I've been thinkin' 'bout you since I came to jail
I've tried to reach out to you, but it was to no avail
Guess it ain't nothin' else to do when we outgrew each other
We hard down beefin' like we never knew each other
Top off the coupe, no bikini, we came out life now
I'm sippin' Bellini, livin' that lifestyle
And that is that it is an organization dedicated
To the use of violent means to attain its goals
The question I have is, how true is this, and why do you think it persists in society?
Poppin' pills, poppin' pistols, I put my mic down
I almost lost my life that night, I was on a bloodhound
They tryna tell us put the bikes up and the guns down
X was tryna buy a bike and he got gunned down
X was tryna change his life, but he got burned down
X wasn't ridin' with no pipe so he got gunned down
Listen, do as I say, don't do as I do
Nine out of ten, it ain't gon' end up lookin' good for you
Have never at any time been guilty of initiating any aggressive acts of violence
During the entire 33 years or more
That the honorable Elijah Mohammed has been teaching us. The-
If I wasn't rich, you wouldn't be pullin' up to my funeral
First they kissin' you, huggin' you, then they suin' you
If it was me, it was you, I'm wonderin' what you would do
I just pulled up on your mama, homie, she beautiful
Yeah, gotta keep the strap, can't let you, let y'all on me
I got married to the game, she put these racks all on me
Now I got diamonds on my ring, look like a matrimony
First they screamin' my name, then file a lawsuit on me
You would hate to see me reach my full potential
You want me robbin', poppin' Mollies, poppin' pistols
I'm goin' to college 'cause to the youngins I'm influential
Thought it was Congress, they ain't know this was a Presidential
They ain't know that I was intellectual
You tryna change your life, but they won't let you
I know they know I'm special, why they playin' with me?
You talkin' jewels, I'm droppin' jewels, you see the difference
Coppin' jewels for your dawgs, they don't appreciate it
Everybody gon' say you fake when you make it
Back of the Maybach with the tints so you don't notice me
When the money bring the fame, you can't even roll in peace
Guess all the pain that I went through had to be the recipe
I stood tall through it all and brought out the best of me
Ayo, dismiss all them charges, that ain't my destiny
Everything I said, I stood on it, I got integrity
G.A., I put my hood on it, I bring the checks with me
You need security by your grave so you can rest in peace
Tired
Charge of violence against us actually stems from the guilt complex
That exists in the conscious and subconscious minds of most white people in this country
They know that they've been violent in their brutality against negros
And they feel that some day the negro is going to wake up
And try and do unto them as they have done-do unto the whites as the whites have done unto us
Writer: Bill Kapri, Kenneth Hirsch, Malcolm X, Marti Sharron
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Calling My Spirit
I put my heart in my lyrics
I gave it all I could give
I made it hot at the crib
I kept that fire at the crib
Where you gon' go when you dip?
How I'ma know who for real?
I pour a four in a fifth
You already know what it is
I keep a pole in the whip
'Cause a lot of these niggas out here envy me
It ain't no ho in the clique
None of my dawgs got f*ckboy tendencies
I don't even show no sympathy
Sippin' on Hennessy, got me bendin' sideways
Everything on me drippin', you niggas can't ride the wave
Nigga run around with the juice, nigga come spill your drank
I done earn my stripes now I'm tryna go get me some real rank
Readin' through my third eye 'cause I got tunnel vision
Had to open my mind, then I opened a business
It's like you gotta sell your soul for them to pay attention
F*ck all that playin', now I'm grown, I put my heart in it
I had to get down with that chrome to show them niggas I'm serious
And it's like every song I'm on, I be callin' my spirits
I put my Hublot on rocks
I put Moscato on rocks
Where I'm from we don't say opp
Shoot at an OV, shoot at a cop
Shoot at the police, shoot at your top
I made a million off socks
Free all my niggas who stuck in a box
Locked up and watchin' the clock
Locked up, they fightin' with locks
Locked up, they swingin' they knifes
I can't be livin' this life
No more Bacardi, alright
I don't want Cardi, so I'ma pour Henny on ice
My vision is vivid, told you I'm really a menace
I'll show you I'm destined to get it
I be outside with the glizzy
Totin' that fire, I be trippin'
I just might die how I'm livin'
Ain't take no bath, but I'm drippin'
Niggas ain't catchin' me slippin', ayy, yeah
I make you laugh when you with me
Know that my swag look terrific (glee, glee)
Ain't seen my dad in a minute
But I can't be mad, I got millions
I just pulled up in a lemon
Thuggin', so f*ck your opinion
I'm thuggin', so f*ck how you feelin'
I'm callin' my spirit
Readin' through my third eye 'cause I got tunnel vision
Had to open my mind, then I opened a business
It's like you gotta sell your soul for them to pay attention
F*ck all that playin', now I'm grown, I put my heart in it
I had to get down with that chrome to show them niggas I'm serious
And it's like every song I'm on, I be callin' my spirits
I gave it all I could give
I made it hot at the crib
I kept that fire at the crib
Where you gon' go when you dip?
How I'ma know who for real?
I pour a four in a fifth
You already know what it is
I keep a pole in the whip
'Cause a lot of these niggas out here envy me
It ain't no ho in the clique
None of my dawgs got f*ckboy tendencies
I don't even show no sympathy
Sippin' on Hennessy, got me bendin' sideways
Everything on me drippin', you niggas can't ride the wave
Nigga run around with the juice, nigga come spill your drank
I done earn my stripes now I'm tryna go get me some real rank
Readin' through my third eye 'cause I got tunnel vision
Had to open my mind, then I opened a business
It's like you gotta sell your soul for them to pay attention
F*ck all that playin', now I'm grown, I put my heart in it
I had to get down with that chrome to show them niggas I'm serious
And it's like every song I'm on, I be callin' my spirits
I put my Hublot on rocks
I put Moscato on rocks
Where I'm from we don't say opp
Shoot at an OV, shoot at a cop
Shoot at the police, shoot at your top
I made a million off socks
Free all my niggas who stuck in a box
Locked up and watchin' the clock
Locked up, they fightin' with locks
Locked up, they swingin' they knifes
I can't be livin' this life
No more Bacardi, alright
I don't want Cardi, so I'ma pour Henny on ice
My vision is vivid, told you I'm really a menace
I'll show you I'm destined to get it
I be outside with the glizzy
Totin' that fire, I be trippin'
I just might die how I'm livin'
Ain't take no bath, but I'm drippin'
Niggas ain't catchin' me slippin', ayy, yeah
I make you laugh when you with me
Know that my swag look terrific (glee, glee)
Ain't seen my dad in a minute
But I can't be mad, I got millions
I just pulled up in a lemon
Thuggin', so f*ck your opinion
I'm thuggin', so f*ck how you feelin'
I'm callin' my spirit
Readin' through my third eye 'cause I got tunnel vision
Had to open my mind, then I opened a business
It's like you gotta sell your soul for them to pay attention
F*ck all that playin', now I'm grown, I put my heart in it
I had to get down with that chrome to show them niggas I'm serious
And it's like every song I'm on, I be callin' my spirits
Writer: Dieuson Octave, Jacob Brian Dutton, Joshua Luellen
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
In the Flesh
Money talk, these diamonds on my cavity
Money talk
Money talk, these diamonds on my cavity
Scoopin' up all my bitches out the magazine
Cartier, my sight virtual reality
Hoppin' up out the space coupe with no gravity
I need me somebody to take the edge off
Ten toes and they painted, they don't let me down
Nigga that money old just like I'm Redd Foxx
Swear we still gon' turn up when the Feds watch
Nigga ain't got no love, ain't got no reasonin'
Baby, I switched the sauce up every seasonin'
Turned up in a coupe, they're goin' to Venus, yeah
Jump up in that pussy with my feelings in it
I'm jumpin' up in that pussy like I'm needlin'
Fresh up outta jail, so I'm gon' leave it in
Hittin' from the back like I'm gon' leave again
If I die tonight, I bet I'll resurrect
If I die tonight, I bet I'll resurrect
If I die tonight, I bet I'll resurrect
Them VVs in my mouth are platinum flawless diamonds
Hopped out with that AP watch on like it's perfect timin'
If that nigga dress like me he tryna ride tonight
If that nigga dress like me, he tryna take a life
I say ain't I resurrect, how I pull up in the flesh?
You ain't understand me, I got more precise
I say ain't I resurrect, how I pull up in the flesh
Just got out today, already sent my dawg a kite
Remember I was on that flight totin' pipes, out here rollin' dice
Now I get a hundred K to rock the mic
Got lil' baby eatin' Molly like it's Mike & Ike
I just wanna fly, don't wanna die, so I be walkin' light (Walkin' light)
I'm jumpin' up in that pussy like I'm needlin'
Fresh up outta jail, so I'm gon' leave it in
Hittin' from the back like I'm gon' leave again
If I die tonight, I bet I'll resurrect
If I die tonight, I bet I'll resurrect
If I die tonight, I bet I'll resurrect
I say ain't I resurrect, how I pull up in the flesh nigga?
Ain't I resurrect, how I pull up in the flesh?
I say ain't I resurrect, how I pull up in the flesh nigga?
Ain't I resurrect, how I pull up in the flesh?
(Just got out today, already sent my dawg a kite)
(You ain't understand me, I got more precise)
I'm jumpin' up in that pussy like I'm needlin'
Fresh up outta jail, so I'm gon' leave it in
Hittin' from the back like I'm gon' leave again
If I die tonight, I bet I'll resurrect
If I die tonight, I bet I'll resurrect
If I die tonight, I bet I'll resurrect
Money talk
Money talk, these diamonds on my cavity
Scoopin' up all my bitches out the magazine
Cartier, my sight virtual reality
Hoppin' up out the space coupe with no gravity
I need me somebody to take the edge off
Ten toes and they painted, they don't let me down
Nigga that money old just like I'm Redd Foxx
Swear we still gon' turn up when the Feds watch
Nigga ain't got no love, ain't got no reasonin'
Baby, I switched the sauce up every seasonin'
Turned up in a coupe, they're goin' to Venus, yeah
Jump up in that pussy with my feelings in it
I'm jumpin' up in that pussy like I'm needlin'
Fresh up outta jail, so I'm gon' leave it in
Hittin' from the back like I'm gon' leave again
If I die tonight, I bet I'll resurrect
If I die tonight, I bet I'll resurrect
If I die tonight, I bet I'll resurrect
Them VVs in my mouth are platinum flawless diamonds
Hopped out with that AP watch on like it's perfect timin'
If that nigga dress like me he tryna ride tonight
If that nigga dress like me, he tryna take a life
I say ain't I resurrect, how I pull up in the flesh?
You ain't understand me, I got more precise
I say ain't I resurrect, how I pull up in the flesh
Just got out today, already sent my dawg a kite
Remember I was on that flight totin' pipes, out here rollin' dice
Now I get a hundred K to rock the mic
Got lil' baby eatin' Molly like it's Mike & Ike
I just wanna fly, don't wanna die, so I be walkin' light (Walkin' light)
I'm jumpin' up in that pussy like I'm needlin'
Fresh up outta jail, so I'm gon' leave it in
Hittin' from the back like I'm gon' leave again
If I die tonight, I bet I'll resurrect
If I die tonight, I bet I'll resurrect
If I die tonight, I bet I'll resurrect
I say ain't I resurrect, how I pull up in the flesh nigga?
Ain't I resurrect, how I pull up in the flesh?
I say ain't I resurrect, how I pull up in the flesh nigga?
Ain't I resurrect, how I pull up in the flesh?
(Just got out today, already sent my dawg a kite)
(You ain't understand me, I got more precise)
I'm jumpin' up in that pussy like I'm needlin'
Fresh up outta jail, so I'm gon' leave it in
Hittin' from the back like I'm gon' leave again
If I die tonight, I bet I'll resurrect
If I die tonight, I bet I'll resurrect
If I die tonight, I bet I'll resurrect
Writer: Benjamin Diehl, Dejan Nikolic, Dieuson Octave, Mathius Herman, Nicholas Varvatsoulis, Niles Groce
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Close to the Grave
You know death right around the corner
And prison my next door neighbor
Feel like I'm dyin' to live
I know we live to die, but I feel like I'm dyin' to live
I been clutchin' on my fire, you never know these days
Gamblin' with your life, you gettin' close to the grave
Sorry, Lord, the Devil got a hold of me lately
Knew I shouldn't have never let you close to me, baby
Clutchin' on my fire, you never know these days
Gamblin' with your life, you gettin' close to the grave
Sorry, Lord, the Devil got a hold of me lately
Knew I shouldn't have never let you close to me, baby
I knew I shouldn't have never showed you that I loved you, my nigga
I f*cked up when I showed you that I trust you, my nigga
I tried to turn my life around, but now I'm back in the field
You know it's free my nigga Cool, I hope he win the appeal
I lost my niggas, it ain't been the same
Everybody say that I changed, say I ain't been the same
They don't even know I'm feelin' pain
They don't know how I feel inside, traumatized, criminalized
But yet I'm idolized, I swear to God sometimes I wonder why
It got me brainwashed, lil' one off the same block
Remember I had to slang rock, remember I let them things pop
Damn, I just wanna raise my son
Wish it could've been how it was
Sometimes I wanna grab my gun
Sometimes I don't be wanna hear none
I been clutchin' on my fire, you never know these days
Gamblin' with your life, you gettin' close to the grave
Sorry, Lord, the Devil got a hold of me lately
Knew I shouldn't have never let you close to me, baby
Clutchin' on my fire, you never know these days
Gamblin' with your life, you gettin' close to the grave
Sorry, Lord, the Devil got a hold of me lately
Knew I shouldn't have never let you close to me, baby
My boy got shot, you put the blame on me
You say you know I did it
I can't even act like it ain't faze me, that shit hurt my feelings
My cousin got hit up, say he saw me jump out with the glizzy
Why you had told them people you made me? Boy, you know you didn't
I hit that lick in Maryland, I bought my mama a Honda Civic
The hardest thing I had to do in life was leave you
I was showin' you love and had you feelin' like I need you
I'm drinkin' this alcohol right now, I wanna see you
You made me go hard in this shit, I'm motivated
Why you had gave up on the kid when I was jaded?
Now I've been drinkin', gettin' faded
Thinkin' 'bout how you played me
Thinkin' 'bout how you did me
I been clutchin' on my fire, you never know these days
Gamblin' with your life, you gettin' close to the grave
Sorry, Lord, the Devil got a hold of me lately
Knew I shouldn't have never let you close to me, baby
Clutchin' on my fire, you never know these days
Gamblin' with your life, you gettin' close to the grave
Sorry, Lord, the Devil got a hold of me lately
Knew I shouldn't have never let you close to me, baby
And prison my next door neighbor
Feel like I'm dyin' to live
I know we live to die, but I feel like I'm dyin' to live
I been clutchin' on my fire, you never know these days
Gamblin' with your life, you gettin' close to the grave
Sorry, Lord, the Devil got a hold of me lately
Knew I shouldn't have never let you close to me, baby
Clutchin' on my fire, you never know these days
Gamblin' with your life, you gettin' close to the grave
Sorry, Lord, the Devil got a hold of me lately
Knew I shouldn't have never let you close to me, baby
I knew I shouldn't have never showed you that I loved you, my nigga
I f*cked up when I showed you that I trust you, my nigga
I tried to turn my life around, but now I'm back in the field
You know it's free my nigga Cool, I hope he win the appeal
I lost my niggas, it ain't been the same
Everybody say that I changed, say I ain't been the same
They don't even know I'm feelin' pain
They don't know how I feel inside, traumatized, criminalized
But yet I'm idolized, I swear to God sometimes I wonder why
It got me brainwashed, lil' one off the same block
Remember I had to slang rock, remember I let them things pop
Damn, I just wanna raise my son
Wish it could've been how it was
Sometimes I wanna grab my gun
Sometimes I don't be wanna hear none
I been clutchin' on my fire, you never know these days
Gamblin' with your life, you gettin' close to the grave
Sorry, Lord, the Devil got a hold of me lately
Knew I shouldn't have never let you close to me, baby
Clutchin' on my fire, you never know these days
Gamblin' with your life, you gettin' close to the grave
Sorry, Lord, the Devil got a hold of me lately
Knew I shouldn't have never let you close to me, baby
My boy got shot, you put the blame on me
You say you know I did it
I can't even act like it ain't faze me, that shit hurt my feelings
My cousin got hit up, say he saw me jump out with the glizzy
Why you had told them people you made me? Boy, you know you didn't
I hit that lick in Maryland, I bought my mama a Honda Civic
The hardest thing I had to do in life was leave you
I was showin' you love and had you feelin' like I need you
I'm drinkin' this alcohol right now, I wanna see you
You made me go hard in this shit, I'm motivated
Why you had gave up on the kid when I was jaded?
Now I've been drinkin', gettin' faded
Thinkin' 'bout how you played me
Thinkin' 'bout how you did me
I been clutchin' on my fire, you never know these days
Gamblin' with your life, you gettin' close to the grave
Sorry, Lord, the Devil got a hold of me lately
Knew I shouldn't have never let you close to me, baby
Clutchin' on my fire, you never know these days
Gamblin' with your life, you gettin' close to the grave
Sorry, Lord, the Devil got a hold of me lately
Knew I shouldn't have never let you close to me, baby
Writer: Dieuson Octave, Lester Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
From the Cradle
Okay
Just keep, just keep me recordin', I don't care
Sometimes I don't be knowin' what I wanna name my songs and shit
'Cause I just be flowin'
Yeah, I don't want no relations, lil' mama, we can't be laid up, no
I'm from Golden Acres, but now I'm sittin' on acres, ayy
I don't want no relations, you know that I got me a lady, baby
Me and Lil DJ tight, we gon' rock to the grave from the cradle
House with a lake, no neighbors and links on my wrist, no bailiff (Ayy)
House with a lake, no neighbors and links on my wrist, no bailiff (Ayy)
Ayy, I can't fathom if you play with me
Yeah, I'd be happy if you stayed with me
Ayy, I'ma get in that pussy and dance in it
Baby, I need your tender lovin' and carin'
Ooh, all these VV diamonds transparent
Ooh, drinkin' Molly like the cranberry
Yeah, I can't fathom if you play with me
Ayy, I'd be happy if you stayed with me
I promise I love you, Kayla, Jayla and Karen
I'm honest, I love you Alexis, Chelsea and Tara
You Cazzie, baby, you mean the world to me
Ooh, I love you so much, I want the world to see
Ayy, and Twanisha, I want me another chance
Babe, you got me, don't need no other man
Yeah, and I've been f*ckin' with you, I go up, baby
I don't know what I'ma do if you run, baby
I've been f*ckin' with you, I go up
I don't know what I'ma do if you run
I've been f*ckin' with you since I was a youngin'
I'ma put a baby in you 'cause you deserve it
I'ma put a lil' seed right in your stomach
You be right where I be, on 1800
Ayy, I don't want no relations, lil' mama, we can't be laid up, no
I'm from Golden Acres, but now I'm sittin' on acres, ayy
I don't want no relations, you know that I got me a lady, baby
Me and Lil DJ tight, we gon' rock to the grave from the cradle
House with a lake, no neighbors and links on my wrist, no bailiff (Ayy)
House with a lake, no neighbors and links on my wrist, no bailiff (Ayy)
Ayy, I'm like how can I breathe when you be gone?
Ain't tryna see the police 'cause I be runnin'
I'm like how can I breathe when you be gone?
Ain't tryna see the police 'cause I be runnin'
I see you f*ckin' with me, I'm catchin' on
I'm gon' put a lil' seed right in your tummy, ayy
I see you f*ckin' with me, I'm catchin' on
I see you f*ckin' with me, I'm catchin' on
I'm gon' put a lil' seed right in your tummy
Ain't tryna see the police 'cause I be runnin'
I'm like how can I breathe when you be gone?
I see you f*ckin' with me, I'm catchin' on
I'm gon' put a lil' seed right in your stomach, ayy
Just keep, just keep me recordin', I don't care
Sometimes I don't be knowin' what I wanna name my songs and shit
'Cause I just be flowin'
Yeah, I don't want no relations, lil' mama, we can't be laid up, no
I'm from Golden Acres, but now I'm sittin' on acres, ayy
I don't want no relations, you know that I got me a lady, baby
Me and Lil DJ tight, we gon' rock to the grave from the cradle
House with a lake, no neighbors and links on my wrist, no bailiff (Ayy)
House with a lake, no neighbors and links on my wrist, no bailiff (Ayy)
Ayy, I can't fathom if you play with me
Yeah, I'd be happy if you stayed with me
Ayy, I'ma get in that pussy and dance in it
Baby, I need your tender lovin' and carin'
Ooh, all these VV diamonds transparent
Ooh, drinkin' Molly like the cranberry
Yeah, I can't fathom if you play with me
Ayy, I'd be happy if you stayed with me
I promise I love you, Kayla, Jayla and Karen
I'm honest, I love you Alexis, Chelsea and Tara
You Cazzie, baby, you mean the world to me
Ooh, I love you so much, I want the world to see
Ayy, and Twanisha, I want me another chance
Babe, you got me, don't need no other man
Yeah, and I've been f*ckin' with you, I go up, baby
I don't know what I'ma do if you run, baby
I've been f*ckin' with you, I go up
I don't know what I'ma do if you run
I've been f*ckin' with you since I was a youngin'
I'ma put a baby in you 'cause you deserve it
I'ma put a lil' seed right in your stomach
You be right where I be, on 1800
Ayy, I don't want no relations, lil' mama, we can't be laid up, no
I'm from Golden Acres, but now I'm sittin' on acres, ayy
I don't want no relations, you know that I got me a lady, baby
Me and Lil DJ tight, we gon' rock to the grave from the cradle
House with a lake, no neighbors and links on my wrist, no bailiff (Ayy)
House with a lake, no neighbors and links on my wrist, no bailiff (Ayy)
Ayy, I'm like how can I breathe when you be gone?
Ain't tryna see the police 'cause I be runnin'
I'm like how can I breathe when you be gone?
Ain't tryna see the police 'cause I be runnin'
I see you f*ckin' with me, I'm catchin' on
I'm gon' put a lil' seed right in your tummy, ayy
I see you f*ckin' with me, I'm catchin' on
I see you f*ckin' with me, I'm catchin' on
I'm gon' put a lil' seed right in your tummy
Ain't tryna see the police 'cause I be runnin'
I'm like how can I breathe when you be gone?
I see you f*ckin' with me, I'm catchin' on
I'm gon' put a lil' seed right in your stomach, ayy
Writer: Dieuson Octave, Lester Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
If Im Lyin Im Flyin
Glee
I can't let these niggas knock me off my pyramid
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 Imma make it in the kitchen
I'm special with the mic, special with the whippin'
I ran out of money, had to pay attention
All the people that was 'round me, they ain't have my best interest
You ain't have my best interest
You lazy with yo' loyalty and yo' position
And now I gotta execute 'cause you don't listen
That throwaway on me, dumpin' with precision
I know shawty only on my trail 'cause she see a ticket
I'm readin' between the lines and peepin' they intentions
Can't have you niggas around me shit gon' go to missing
I had to press that bump, I had to feel it
You know if it ever come down to it, a nigga with it
All these drugs got the whole world jiggy
Hoes comin' out they clothes and niggas 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 freed me so I'm right back to that mon-yun
Somebody tell these niggas they don't want none
Kodak Black but I'm spreadin' blue hundons
They set my nigga Cool on the f*ckin' 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
See, before this rap shit, I was jackin' cars
I couldn't get all my time 'cause I was doin' fraud
Me and my nigga Lil' Marcus tearin' up the Y
It hurt me 'till my heart hurt, they gave him 25
I'm from the Nolia, all I know is slang that iron
Just like I told you, if I'm lyin' then I'm flyin'
Just like I told you, if I'm lyin' then I'm flyin'
Just like I told you, if I'm lyin' then I'm flyin'
I can't let these niggas knock me off my pyramid
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 Imma make it in the kitchen
I'm special with the mic, special with the whippin'
I ran out of money, had to pay attention
All the people that was 'round me, they ain't have my best interest
You ain't have my best interest
You lazy with yo' loyalty and yo' position
And now I gotta execute 'cause you don't listen
That throwaway on me, dumpin' with precision
I know shawty only on my trail 'cause she see a ticket
I'm readin' between the lines and peepin' they intentions
Can't have you niggas around me shit gon' go to missing
I had to press that bump, I had to feel it
You know if it ever come down to it, a nigga with it
All these drugs got the whole world jiggy
Hoes comin' out they clothes and niggas 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 freed me so I'm right back to that mon-yun
Somebody tell these niggas they don't want none
Kodak Black but I'm spreadin' blue hundons
They set my nigga Cool on the f*ckin' 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
See, before this rap shit, I was jackin' cars
I couldn't get all my time 'cause I was doin' fraud
Me and my nigga Lil' Marcus tearin' up the Y
It hurt me 'till my heart hurt, they gave him 25
I'm from the Nolia, all I know is slang that iron
Just like I told you, if I'm lyin' then I'm flyin'
Just like I told you, if I'm lyin' then I'm flyin'
Just like I told you, if I'm lyin' then I'm flyin'
Writer: Bill K Kapri, Benjamin Diehl, Harold Thomas, Lee Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Needed Something
You know, me, I ain't doing no Tweetin' (Glee!)
I ain't doin' no Tweetin'
Sniper Gang, Kodak
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin, I'ma get him when that day come
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin', I'ma get him when that day come
I'ma lay on lil' buddy for 'bout 8 months
If I whack him now, everybody gon' say somethin'
He tryna cop deuces, I don't tolerate none
He tried to pull up to the corner but he can't come
Yeah, we ran down on fooly, he a wankster
He portrayin' to the media he gangsta
That pussy bitin', got me thinkin' about a ring or sum'
That pussy bitin', make a nigga wanna sing or sum'
Lil' cracker f*cked up and then he put a bracelet on
So I'm slidin' in a Tahoe with a ray gun
I'm gettin' the money, I ain't even gotta pay for it
That pussy so good, I give her everything she want
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin, I'ma get him when that day come
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin', I'ma get him when that day come
Niggas gettin' kidnapped just to show you that it's real
Niggas gettin' snatched, showin' you niggas know right where you live
When you dissin me, nigga, that better be really how you feel
'Cause I ain't takin' no apologies, I don't care if it's sincere
I'm on 1800 block, still posted with the steel
I don't even care, I got a couple mil still in the field
I'm a bussiness man how I give a pussy nigga the deal
Like an engineer I give a pussy nigga the drill
I be lovin' when we vibin'
I be lovin' when we chill
And that pussy so damn good, it make a nigga shed a tear
Slidin' lowkey booted
He a shooter, I recruited him
Better keep that toolie if he move then you shootin' him
Glee!
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin, I'ma get him when that day come
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin', I'ma get him when that day come
I ain't doin' no Tweetin'
Sniper Gang, Kodak
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin, I'ma get him when that day come
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin', I'ma get him when that day come
I'ma lay on lil' buddy for 'bout 8 months
If I whack him now, everybody gon' say somethin'
He tryna cop deuces, I don't tolerate none
He tried to pull up to the corner but he can't come
Yeah, we ran down on fooly, he a wankster
He portrayin' to the media he gangsta
That pussy bitin', got me thinkin' about a ring or sum'
That pussy bitin', make a nigga wanna sing or sum'
Lil' cracker f*cked up and then he put a bracelet on
So I'm slidin' in a Tahoe with a ray gun
I'm gettin' the money, I ain't even gotta pay for it
That pussy so good, I give her everything she want
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin, I'ma get him when that day come
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin', I'ma get him when that day come
Niggas gettin' kidnapped just to show you that it's real
Niggas gettin' snatched, showin' you niggas know right where you live
When you dissin me, nigga, that better be really how you feel
'Cause I ain't takin' no apologies, I don't care if it's sincere
I'm on 1800 block, still posted with the steel
I don't even care, I got a couple mil still in the field
I'm a bussiness man how I give a pussy nigga the deal
Like an engineer I give a pussy nigga the drill
I be lovin' when we vibin'
I be lovin' when we chill
And that pussy so damn good, it make a nigga shed a tear
Slidin' lowkey booted
He a shooter, I recruited him
Better keep that toolie if he move then you shootin' him
Glee!
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin, I'ma get him when that day come
I'm on house arrest but I'ma take one
That pussy bitin', so I paid to get her lace done
That nigga dissin' on the 'Gram, but I ain't say nothin'
I ain't trippin', I'ma get him when that day come
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Could of Been Different
Broward County, 954, we here, I kicked the door down
'Nolia boy shit, 1800 block, ugly corner, tied, gleeful
I was hopin' that you'd ride for me the way I rode for you
I wish my boy was here to see the man that I grew into
And I know if I'm feelin' like this, it gotta be mutual
But it ain't they business tellin' them the shit we surfaced through
Yeah, I won't never tell the world the shit I did for you
Even though you lied on me, that's cool, as long as you know the truth
I don't even feel the love be real no more, so I keep my distance
Remember I ran me up my millions, you was in your feelings
Even that time you shake my hand and you don't even grip it
But if I put that shit on blast, they gon' say I'm trippin'
I'ma just follow my intuition and I'ma keep on livin'
I wonder sometimes if you wishin', shit could've been different
Right now I'm cheffin', it's too late, I'm doin' my thing right now
I ain't lookin' down on you just chillin', I'm on the plane right now
I know you miss me, but don't worry, I'll never forget you
Even though you switched on me and it hurt me, I can't hold that 'gainst you
Takin' everything in me and it's burnin' for me to forgive you
You still my whoadie, still my dirty, but I ain't f*ckin' wit' you
To create my future, I had to revisit my past, revisit my pain
But I won't never let you back in, we can't rekindle that flame
When he got stuck on and you blamed me 'cause you know I did it
Couldn't call on you when it was raining and it killed my spirit
All the shit you said, you tried to shame me, tried to kill my image
Even though you know me since a baby, and you know I'm with it
You know I'm serious, steppin' on niggas like I ain't even got no feelings
I'm in my cell right now, I'm wishin' shit could've been different
I ain't droppin' no names no more but nigga, I hope you hear it
Can't take nothin' back, it went like that, so nigga that's what it is
Everywhere I went, I took you with me, every show I did
Ain't say your name in all my songs no more, can't waste my lyrics
I said I was comin' home, they said, "No you isn't"
I'm a real nigga, so I'm dyin' how I'm livin'
I remember throwin' rocks, now we goin' to prison
When I got my first Glock, kept that thing with me
You was with me on the block, thuggin' real silly
Jumped in the game, then I popped, then you went to switchin'
I tried to give you niggas shots, but you niggas missin'
Soon as Lil Yella got knocked, niggas went to snitchin'
I done been through a lot, shit you never didn't
I had to pop a nigga top to make that boy feel me
Crackers had me in the box, thuggin' every minute
Young nigga, see about me, I'ma show you different
All my life, throwin' rocks at the penitentiary
But now my watch got rocks, no more drug dealin'
And now my top gon' drop, I'm in a new Bentley
Heard foolie got shot, I wonder who did it
You my dirty, you and me, we made it from the mud
I been wishin' shit could've been how it was
'Bout you, I swear to God I would've took a slug
Down to kill a nigga 'bout you, and it's all love
This shit ain't about a stripe, this just what I'm used to
I'm down to throw away my life, throw away my future
'Bout street principality, no flag
Man, that soldier-like mentality automatic
I'm jumpin' out the pink-G truck with the ratchet
Z's up 'til I freeze up, lil' daddy (Glee)
Z's up 'til I freeze up, lil' daddy (Gleeful)
Z's up 'til I freeze up, lil' daddy
Gleefully, that's how you present that shit the right way
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout, Broward County, 954
You know, we don't represent, we don't re-present
We present it once and that's what it is, that's how you step
Can't take nothin' back, went like that, so that's what it is
I wish it could've been different, though
1800, SG-13, the dumb way, the long way
Sniper Gang or no gang
'Nolia boy shit, 1800 block, ugly corner, tied, gleeful
I was hopin' that you'd ride for me the way I rode for you
I wish my boy was here to see the man that I grew into
And I know if I'm feelin' like this, it gotta be mutual
But it ain't they business tellin' them the shit we surfaced through
Yeah, I won't never tell the world the shit I did for you
Even though you lied on me, that's cool, as long as you know the truth
I don't even feel the love be real no more, so I keep my distance
Remember I ran me up my millions, you was in your feelings
Even that time you shake my hand and you don't even grip it
But if I put that shit on blast, they gon' say I'm trippin'
I'ma just follow my intuition and I'ma keep on livin'
I wonder sometimes if you wishin', shit could've been different
Right now I'm cheffin', it's too late, I'm doin' my thing right now
I ain't lookin' down on you just chillin', I'm on the plane right now
I know you miss me, but don't worry, I'll never forget you
Even though you switched on me and it hurt me, I can't hold that 'gainst you
Takin' everything in me and it's burnin' for me to forgive you
You still my whoadie, still my dirty, but I ain't f*ckin' wit' you
To create my future, I had to revisit my past, revisit my pain
But I won't never let you back in, we can't rekindle that flame
When he got stuck on and you blamed me 'cause you know I did it
Couldn't call on you when it was raining and it killed my spirit
All the shit you said, you tried to shame me, tried to kill my image
Even though you know me since a baby, and you know I'm with it
You know I'm serious, steppin' on niggas like I ain't even got no feelings
I'm in my cell right now, I'm wishin' shit could've been different
I ain't droppin' no names no more but nigga, I hope you hear it
Can't take nothin' back, it went like that, so nigga that's what it is
Everywhere I went, I took you with me, every show I did
Ain't say your name in all my songs no more, can't waste my lyrics
I said I was comin' home, they said, "No you isn't"
I'm a real nigga, so I'm dyin' how I'm livin'
I remember throwin' rocks, now we goin' to prison
When I got my first Glock, kept that thing with me
You was with me on the block, thuggin' real silly
Jumped in the game, then I popped, then you went to switchin'
I tried to give you niggas shots, but you niggas missin'
Soon as Lil Yella got knocked, niggas went to snitchin'
I done been through a lot, shit you never didn't
I had to pop a nigga top to make that boy feel me
Crackers had me in the box, thuggin' every minute
Young nigga, see about me, I'ma show you different
All my life, throwin' rocks at the penitentiary
But now my watch got rocks, no more drug dealin'
And now my top gon' drop, I'm in a new Bentley
Heard foolie got shot, I wonder who did it
You my dirty, you and me, we made it from the mud
I been wishin' shit could've been how it was
'Bout you, I swear to God I would've took a slug
Down to kill a nigga 'bout you, and it's all love
This shit ain't about a stripe, this just what I'm used to
I'm down to throw away my life, throw away my future
'Bout street principality, no flag
Man, that soldier-like mentality automatic
I'm jumpin' out the pink-G truck with the ratchet
Z's up 'til I freeze up, lil' daddy (Glee)
Z's up 'til I freeze up, lil' daddy (Gleeful)
Z's up 'til I freeze up, lil' daddy
Gleefully, that's how you present that shit the right way
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout, Broward County, 954
You know, we don't represent, we don't re-present
We present it once and that's what it is, that's how you step
Can't take nothin' back, went like that, so that's what it is
I wish it could've been different, though
1800, SG-13, the dumb way, the long way
Sniper Gang or no gang
Writer: Brett Bailey, Derek Garcia, Dieuson Octave, Julian Munro
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Dying to Live is the second studio album by American rapper Kodak Black. It was released on December 14, 2018, via Atlantic Records. It follows his Heart Break Kodak mixtape, released earlier in 2018, as well as his previous mixtape, Project Baby 2: All Grown Up, the deluxe edition of his mixtape Project Baby 2, released in 2017. The album features guest appearances from Lil Pump, Travis Scott, Offset and Juice Wrld.
Performed By:
Kodak BlackGenre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Ben Billions, Blasian, D. A. Doman, Diablo, Dyryk, Ian McKee, Jake One, Kaixen, Leon Thomas, London on da Track, Major Nine, Natra Average, Nik Dean, RBP, Rex Kudo, Rippa on the Beat, SkipOnDaBeat, Snapz, Southside, Youngin' Chriso
Length: 47:47
Released: December 14th, 2018
Year: 2018