Yeah
Out of sight, you're out of mind, you're out of luck
It's like nobody even care if you be 'round
Why I fall off with my niggas when I'm up?
Why nobody stand up for me when I'm down?
You back in jail and this time they say you stuck
Everybody laughin' at you like a clown
Why the only time you hate me when I'm up?
And why the only time you love me when I'm down?
Why I lost best new artist to Khalid, 2017?
We all knew that should've been me
But I never hated, I congratulated
Shit, at least I was nominated
But if Cardi B win, then I won too
I do it for the real niggas 'cause I'm one too
The fact I made it out the shit that they be goin' through
Will make 'em feel like if I win, then they won too
Lil' buddy got popped, some niggas in the squad too
And why them niggas turned around and say they know it's you?
Keep it real, why the hell I wanna harm you?
When everything I drop, they said they wanted part two
I heard his Benz got dropped and they went and point you
I'm like, "Man, how the f*ck I'm behind bars too?"
And I'm writin' these bars behind bars too
Lookin' at the TV like, "Damn, that could've been all you"
I wanna be front and center at the awards too
I wanna be countin' skrilla and livin' large too
Hoppin' out rentals and switchin' cars too
Sippin' Don P with my niggas and flippin' broads too
I guess I'm too gangster to win a GRAMMY
And only the gangsters could understand me
Niggas who live by the code, we speak the same language
They love to hear me flow, I speak that shit fluent
Yeah, if I was you, I would've killed me and you knew it
You had a chance and you blew it
Kodak, why you always got pain in your music?
I be feelin' like I gotta sing to get through it
Why these niggas always sound the same in they music?
Rappin' 'bout they money and they chains in they music
Yeah, I be duffin', road runnin', got this rental here from Hertz
I'm conditioned, trained myself to stay authentic and be pure
I'm duffin', road runnin', got this rental here from Hertz
Conditioned, trained myself to stay authentic and be pure
They wanna see me die, wanna see me cry, they wanna see me smirk
Yeah, my nigga died, but it ain't hurt
Yay, I love my nigga baby daddy, ayy
I know he just wanna see me happy, oh
I'm walkin' up out the feds like, "Is you ready?" Yeah
I'm stackin' up all this bread, I made a sandwich, yeah
They wanna see me dead, they wanna see me menaced, yeah
My mama told me, "Baby, keep it steady," yeah
"Stop postin' on the corner like you average," yeah
"You ain't no regular nigga, you got status now"
Wrecked the Porsche, then I pulled up in an Aston, ayy
She keep smokin' dick 'cause she an addict, yeah
I'ma keep her 'round 'cause she got talent, yeah
I came home twenty-one 'cause I'm a savage, yeah
If you ain't tryna keep me, let me live
If you ain't tryna stay, then let me go
Before you let me head in these streets
You should go ahead and let me know
I just want for you to let me know, son
Lately, I ain't really been too sure
Ayy, I just want for you to let me know, son
I just want for you to let me know
Kodak Black - Back For Everything Album Lyrics
Kodak Black - Back For Everything Lyrics
Writer: Bill Kapri, Derek Garcia, Emmanuel Yeboah, Max Perry, Russell Pochop
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Back For Everything
(Buddha blessed this beat)
(Ayy, hey, Mondo)
Ayy, ayy
I'm back for everything, you heard me? (Yeah)
Yeah
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, forty goin' off, don't make no pitstop
Bustin' down the E-way with my bitch
Yeah, why you steady schemin'? Boy, you rich now
'Cause I fell in love with hittin' licks
When that shit get ugly, bring the sticks out
I am not that nigga to be dissed
Catch a body, duck off at my bitch house
But I promise I don't tell her shit
Check my ring, I'm ballin' with my wrist
I'm back for everything I ever missed
Yeah, I been gettin' paper ever since
I ran up out of that cage like I'm a pit
Yeah, double up gang, but I ain't talkin' Rick Ross
Uh, double up gang, I took that shit from Wiz
Rest in peace my nigga, but it's his fault
The way you let them kill you like a jitt
Talkin' to Wam, you sayin' the same, did you like a lame
You ain't give a damn, there up in chains and I was already in pain
VVS chain, P.F. Chang, eat out with my main
Droppin' chains at Johnny Dang, bustin' down my fangs
Ayy, forty goin' off, don't make no pitstop
Bustin' down the E-way with my bitch
Yeah, why you steady schemin'? Boy, you rich now
'Cause I fell in love with hittin' licks
When that shit get ugly, bring the sticks out
I am not that nigga to be dissed
Catch a body, duck off at my bitch house
But I promise I don't tell her shit
Ayy, zoolin' at the house, f*ckin' with TikToks
Yeah, I been goin' viral with my jitts
Yeah, my gun got a drum, I call this motherf*cker hip-hop
Hop out the car, tear up a nigga hip
Paralyzed from waist down, that was 'posed to be your homie
Every time I'm in H-Town, I suppose I drink some codeine
Christian Louboutin, steppin' red bottom like my toes bleed
My daddy never spent no time with me, still bought him a Rollie
I ain't even in my prime, but a young nigga on top
I ain't even twenty-five, spent quarter million on a watch
Back for everything that's mine and everything I forgot
And everything that I lost and everything to be got
And really, I want your spot
Ayy, forty goin' off, don't make no pitstop
Bustin' down the E-way with my bitch
Yeah, why you steady schemin'? Boy, you rich now
'Cause I fell in love with hittin' licks
When that shit get ugly, bring the sticks out
I am not that nigga to be dissed
Catch a body, duck off at my bitch house
But I promise I don't tell her shit
(Ayy, hey, Mondo)
Ayy, ayy
I'm back for everything, you heard me? (Yeah)
Yeah
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, forty goin' off, don't make no pitstop
Bustin' down the E-way with my bitch
Yeah, why you steady schemin'? Boy, you rich now
'Cause I fell in love with hittin' licks
When that shit get ugly, bring the sticks out
I am not that nigga to be dissed
Catch a body, duck off at my bitch house
But I promise I don't tell her shit
Check my ring, I'm ballin' with my wrist
I'm back for everything I ever missed
Yeah, I been gettin' paper ever since
I ran up out of that cage like I'm a pit
Yeah, double up gang, but I ain't talkin' Rick Ross
Uh, double up gang, I took that shit from Wiz
Rest in peace my nigga, but it's his fault
The way you let them kill you like a jitt
Talkin' to Wam, you sayin' the same, did you like a lame
You ain't give a damn, there up in chains and I was already in pain
VVS chain, P.F. Chang, eat out with my main
Droppin' chains at Johnny Dang, bustin' down my fangs
Ayy, forty goin' off, don't make no pitstop
Bustin' down the E-way with my bitch
Yeah, why you steady schemin'? Boy, you rich now
'Cause I fell in love with hittin' licks
When that shit get ugly, bring the sticks out
I am not that nigga to be dissed
Catch a body, duck off at my bitch house
But I promise I don't tell her shit
Ayy, zoolin' at the house, f*ckin' with TikToks
Yeah, I been goin' viral with my jitts
Yeah, my gun got a drum, I call this motherf*cker hip-hop
Hop out the car, tear up a nigga hip
Paralyzed from waist down, that was 'posed to be your homie
Every time I'm in H-Town, I suppose I drink some codeine
Christian Louboutin, steppin' red bottom like my toes bleed
My daddy never spent no time with me, still bought him a Rollie
I ain't even in my prime, but a young nigga on top
I ain't even twenty-five, spent quarter million on a watch
Back for everything that's mine and everything I forgot
And everything that I lost and everything to be got
And really, I want your spot
Ayy, forty goin' off, don't make no pitstop
Bustin' down the E-way with my bitch
Yeah, why you steady schemin'? Boy, you rich now
'Cause I fell in love with hittin' licks
When that shit get ugly, bring the sticks out
I am not that nigga to be dissed
Catch a body, duck off at my bitch house
But I promise I don't tell her shit
Writer: Bill K. Kapri, Tyon Douglas, Armond Dewayne Kendrick
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Grinding All Season
Ayy, yeah
I been vibin' for a reason (Reason, ayy)
I been grindin' all season (Season, ayy)
I been stayin' away from leeches (Leeches, uh)
I been vibin' for a reason (Reason, ayy)
I been grindin' all season (Season, yeah)
I been stayin' away from leeches
I bet you can't ever say you seen this
Hellcats, Demons, 'vertibles, 'Raris
Diamonds gleamin', vultures, zombies
Check books, laptops, long knife, fat Glock
Trap full of them Glocks, nigga
Backwood full of opps, nigga
Ain't gon' let it lock, I'm gon' stretch it 'til it lock, nigga
Play 'round on my top, you get checked in at the hospital
Niggas give me advice, really want me on the block with 'em
Rap money come too fast, ain't gotta invest in no stocks, nigga
I get every drop (yeah), I get every drop
She been buyin' the dope so I long, I give her extra, every rock
I get every drop (uh-huh), I get every drop
Mafioso shit, I'ma smoke a bitch and then gon' play it raw
From Lil Haiti to the road, I play offense and defense
Baby, take yo' panties off
Oh, you ain't f*ckin' then you leavin' (leavin', ayy)
They ain't gotta know that we spin, we spin
Nigga, I been steppin' for a whole week span
If you Z'd up, keep it Z then
Pass me the stick, bet I'ma swing the tree branch
I'm in this bitch, I'm boppin' doin' my Z dance
Ho take, ho take this dick, I'm f*ckin' her while I'm DJing
Bulletproof rifles, bitches goin' viral
Bought my girl a car but I ain't let her get the title
Sniper not a idol, I'm all these rappers' rivals
Pockets like a wide ho, I'm gon' need some lipo'
All these trends keep gettin' me rich
How many times has a nigga done this?
They eyes get big, see me in here
Play with me, you ain't leavin' this bitch
Burn us in the eye, bitches on my MySpace
Zoolin' by the fire
Zoo-zoo-zoo-zoolin' by the fireplace (Ayy)
I been vibin' for a reason (Reason, ayy)
I been grindin' all season (Season, ayy)
I been stayin' away from leeches (Leeches, uh)
I bet you can't ever say you seen this
Hellcats, Demons, 'vertibles, 'Raris
Diamonds gleamin', vultures, zombies
Check books, laptops, long knife, fat Glock
Trap full of them Glocks, nigga
Backwood full of opps, nigga
I been vibin' for a reason (Reason, ayy)
I been grindin' all season (Season, ayy)
I been stayin' away from leeches (Leeches, uh)
I been vibin' for a reason (Reason, ayy)
I been grindin' all season (Season, yeah)
I been stayin' away from leeches
I bet you can't ever say you seen this
Hellcats, Demons, 'vertibles, 'Raris
Diamonds gleamin', vultures, zombies
Check books, laptops, long knife, fat Glock
Trap full of them Glocks, nigga
Backwood full of opps, nigga
Ain't gon' let it lock, I'm gon' stretch it 'til it lock, nigga
Play 'round on my top, you get checked in at the hospital
Niggas give me advice, really want me on the block with 'em
Rap money come too fast, ain't gotta invest in no stocks, nigga
I get every drop (yeah), I get every drop
She been buyin' the dope so I long, I give her extra, every rock
I get every drop (uh-huh), I get every drop
Mafioso shit, I'ma smoke a bitch and then gon' play it raw
From Lil Haiti to the road, I play offense and defense
Baby, take yo' panties off
Oh, you ain't f*ckin' then you leavin' (leavin', ayy)
They ain't gotta know that we spin, we spin
Nigga, I been steppin' for a whole week span
If you Z'd up, keep it Z then
Pass me the stick, bet I'ma swing the tree branch
I'm in this bitch, I'm boppin' doin' my Z dance
Ho take, ho take this dick, I'm f*ckin' her while I'm DJing
Bulletproof rifles, bitches goin' viral
Bought my girl a car but I ain't let her get the title
Sniper not a idol, I'm all these rappers' rivals
Pockets like a wide ho, I'm gon' need some lipo'
All these trends keep gettin' me rich
How many times has a nigga done this?
They eyes get big, see me in here
Play with me, you ain't leavin' this bitch
Burn us in the eye, bitches on my MySpace
Zoolin' by the fire
Zoo-zoo-zoo-zoolin' by the fireplace (Ayy)
I been vibin' for a reason (Reason, ayy)
I been grindin' all season (Season, ayy)
I been stayin' away from leeches (Leeches, uh)
I bet you can't ever say you seen this
Hellcats, Demons, 'vertibles, 'Raris
Diamonds gleamin', vultures, zombies
Check books, laptops, long knife, fat Glock
Trap full of them Glocks, nigga
Backwood full of opps, nigga
Writer: Bill Kapri, Jahaan Sweet
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Smackers
(Got my beat from London)
Glee
Record label full of smackers, rap group with no rappers
I could get a nigga scratched
Call me daddy, she a bastard, come here, baby, I'm yo' dad
Hundred K on a medallion, jeweler, he don't ever tax
Spend this shit and get it back
I don't like none of you rappers, snipe a nigga, how 'bout that?
Hunnids fallin' out my ass, put a nigga on they back
Project baby with no Similac, in the Caddy, but I never lack
My lil' nigga, he gon' handle that, I could get a nigga whacked
F*ck that lil' ho, she a nat-nat
I could get a nigga kidnapped, I could get a nigga snatched
I can do it by myself, I go do it by myself
You won't do it by yo' self, put a nigga on a shelf
Put a nigga on a rack
It ain't nun to go to jail, it ain't nun to get you killed
Ice on my neck when it melt, eat me up, baby, right there
F*ck that lil' ho, she a heffer
Come here lil' baby, you special
Put that nigga on a stretcher, put that nigga on a shirt
It ain't nun to get you murked, hit a nigga where it hurt
Water on me like I burp, .40 on me, I be icy
Water on me, now she like me
I went to jail, you ain't write me
Check on your boy for the Nike
Check on yo' boy, this four hunna, I'm in the club with them gunners
That ain't my opp, he's a runner
Nigga say I shot his mama
I hit the store with a fifty pack, I hit yo' ho with no Jimmy mack
Don't drop that song, you ain't livin' that
I got your cubicles, get it back
Nigga ain't gettin' back shit
I played the cross like I'm Chris
Kodak the boss, yeah, bitch
KTB, kill that boy, cutthroat
Walk in my room, it's a gun show
And I get high off the gun smoke, high off the meth
Better off fakin' yo' death than fakin' with me
You say you a stepper, then step
Record label full of gangstas, only vultures at the table
Bitch, I'ma eat
You hit out the car with a Draco
Finesser, I'm makin' you pay for it, bitch, get on feet
I had to dive in the deep, last time I snipe who I see, bodies be cheap
Kodak the one with the vision, I got my clique in position
They listen to me, got all kinda movement
I keep shooters for my shooters, in case them niggas wanna beef
Got two mansions, one on the beach
Two Bentleys, none of 'em leased
Two Benz's, Cullinan and Jeep
Who said they f*ckin' with me?
The money been comin' with keys
I got a vault in the attic, I done went frosted the Patek
You can't even see the Philippe
Glee
Record label full of smackers, rap group with no rappers
I could get a nigga scratched
Call me daddy, she a bastard, come here, baby, I'm yo' dad
Hundred K on a medallion, jeweler, he don't ever tax
Spend this shit and get it back
I don't like none of you rappers, snipe a nigga, how 'bout that?
Hunnids fallin' out my ass, put a nigga on they back
Project baby with no Similac, in the Caddy, but I never lack
My lil' nigga, he gon' handle that, I could get a nigga whacked
F*ck that lil' ho, she a nat-nat
I could get a nigga kidnapped, I could get a nigga snatched
I can do it by myself, I go do it by myself
You won't do it by yo' self, put a nigga on a shelf
Put a nigga on a rack
It ain't nun to go to jail, it ain't nun to get you killed
Ice on my neck when it melt, eat me up, baby, right there
F*ck that lil' ho, she a heffer
Come here lil' baby, you special
Put that nigga on a stretcher, put that nigga on a shirt
It ain't nun to get you murked, hit a nigga where it hurt
Water on me like I burp, .40 on me, I be icy
Water on me, now she like me
I went to jail, you ain't write me
Check on your boy for the Nike
Check on yo' boy, this four hunna, I'm in the club with them gunners
That ain't my opp, he's a runner
Nigga say I shot his mama
I hit the store with a fifty pack, I hit yo' ho with no Jimmy mack
Don't drop that song, you ain't livin' that
I got your cubicles, get it back
Nigga ain't gettin' back shit
I played the cross like I'm Chris
Kodak the boss, yeah, bitch
KTB, kill that boy, cutthroat
Walk in my room, it's a gun show
And I get high off the gun smoke, high off the meth
Better off fakin' yo' death than fakin' with me
You say you a stepper, then step
Record label full of gangstas, only vultures at the table
Bitch, I'ma eat
You hit out the car with a Draco
Finesser, I'm makin' you pay for it, bitch, get on feet
I had to dive in the deep, last time I snipe who I see, bodies be cheap
Kodak the one with the vision, I got my clique in position
They listen to me, got all kinda movement
I keep shooters for my shooters, in case them niggas wanna beef
Got two mansions, one on the beach
Two Bentleys, none of 'em leased
Two Benz's, Cullinan and Jeep
Who said they f*ckin' with me?
The money been comin' with keys
I got a vault in the attic, I done went frosted the Patek
You can't even see the Philippe
Writer: Bill K. Kapri, London Holmes, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
On Everything
You know life ain't tied with a bow but it's still a gift though
Yeah life ain't fair but it's still good though
It's a blessing just to be here
Everything 1K
I know you're money hungry
Can't wait 'cause you ain't eat all day
And you gon' lose your mind if you don't get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon' relate
It's a struggle man, I'm with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank god for everything
It's a miracle how you'll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K
I woke up in the morning on a cold slab
How the hell I'm in a damn cell
I'm in jail taking cold baths
I went down the wrong path
Lil boy don't go that way
You prolly won't last
Before I had the fame I had the name
I earned my stripes like Adidas
Sliding base like I'm Derek Jeter
Growing up with no father, it'll make you evil
How he gon' learn to be a man when you ain't never teach him?
Youngin' can't even read but he totin' the Desert Eagle
Look how she left, I bet she told you she won't never leave you
The same nigga was hating, I turned them to believers
I done made it through the rain and I ain't called FEMA
I know you're money hungry
Can't wait 'cause you ain't eat all day
And you gon' lose your mind if you don't get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon' relate
It's a struggle man, I'm with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank God for everything
It's a miracle how you'll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K
I probably thank God 'cause without him who is me?
He unlocked my cell when they threw away the key
Jailbird, I was caged in, he came and set me free
I was just on the news, now I'm on MTV
Hurting 'cause your people ate and you ain't get a piece
Now you're taking from your people plate 'cause you just tryna eat
Grinding for a mil and I ain't talkin' 'bout a combo
My mama need a crib, I been thinking 'bout a condo
You nothing when you down, it's crazy how people treat you
Come around now, you can't even hit the reefer
I pray for all my youngins who done took the same route
Brother from the same struggle, cut from the same cloth
I know you're money hungry
Can't wait 'cause you ain't eat all day
And you gon' lose your mind if you don't get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon' relate
It's a struggle man, I'm with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank god for everything
It's a miracle how you'll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K
Yeah life ain't fair but it's still good though
It's a blessing just to be here
Everything 1K
I know you're money hungry
Can't wait 'cause you ain't eat all day
And you gon' lose your mind if you don't get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon' relate
It's a struggle man, I'm with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank god for everything
It's a miracle how you'll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K
I woke up in the morning on a cold slab
How the hell I'm in a damn cell
I'm in jail taking cold baths
I went down the wrong path
Lil boy don't go that way
You prolly won't last
Before I had the fame I had the name
I earned my stripes like Adidas
Sliding base like I'm Derek Jeter
Growing up with no father, it'll make you evil
How he gon' learn to be a man when you ain't never teach him?
Youngin' can't even read but he totin' the Desert Eagle
Look how she left, I bet she told you she won't never leave you
The same nigga was hating, I turned them to believers
I done made it through the rain and I ain't called FEMA
I know you're money hungry
Can't wait 'cause you ain't eat all day
And you gon' lose your mind if you don't get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon' relate
It's a struggle man, I'm with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank God for everything
It's a miracle how you'll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K
I probably thank God 'cause without him who is me?
He unlocked my cell when they threw away the key
Jailbird, I was caged in, he came and set me free
I was just on the news, now I'm on MTV
Hurting 'cause your people ate and you ain't get a piece
Now you're taking from your people plate 'cause you just tryna eat
Grinding for a mil and I ain't talkin' 'bout a combo
My mama need a crib, I been thinking 'bout a condo
You nothing when you down, it's crazy how people treat you
Come around now, you can't even hit the reefer
I pray for all my youngins who done took the same route
Brother from the same struggle, cut from the same cloth
I know you're money hungry
Can't wait 'cause you ain't eat all day
And you gon' lose your mind if you don't get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon' relate
It's a struggle man, I'm with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank god for everything
It's a miracle how you'll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K
Writer: Dieuson Octave, Aaron Lockhart Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Purple Stamp
Free my nigga Julio
I dropped a purple Tesla, you who I do it for
Gave my dawg a life sentence, robbin' jewelry stores
He just want a Tesla truck, so I did it for 'em
(If you f*ck with Murda, it's a homicide)
Make sure I send pictures to him behind the wall
I still got them purple stamps, I run with the murder camp
Ain't through with the Perkys yet
I'm still poppin' Perkys, I keep poppin' Perkys
Might f*ck 'round and overdose
They gave up on fourth and goal
I was stressin' for twenty months
I came home and killed the ho, twenty-one
Twenty-one, bitch, I'm a savage, baby
Gucci on me like I'm Radric Davis
I put a stash in the 'frigerator
Hope they don't think they intimidatin'
Yeah, I might pull up with Becky G
I was rich, I was seventeen
They was callin' my destiny, you can go and ask Stephanie
She was callin' me pressure back when I was little
Even though they be hatin', they see the potential
My family big and I grew up 'round killers
Even though I'ma kid, I'ma go get my man
I hit the strip, I'ma f*ck off some bands
I got me a lil' bitch, I don't f*ck all my fans
R.I.P. Prince, I'm with purple like LJ
F*ck what you heard, I don't care 'bout no here say
She comin' like ándale
I want all my money, no under pay, know what I'm sayin'?
I still got a purple stamp, I ain't goin' commercial yet
I still got the purple stamp, I ain't goin' commercial yet
Bought my brother a purple Lex', but he still got a white one too
Ain't no pump fakin', I'ma shoot, know what I'm sayin'?
Gettin' back when I was in school
They say them lil' niggas be on the news
We gon' send a bitch on the news
Got a purple stamp on the door, purple stamp on the envelope
I'ma send it to state prison, encouragin' niggas behind the fences
Might put the penny on twenty-sixes
My baby girl panties be steady drippin'
They sleepin' on me, Martin Luther King
I only drink Belaire 'cause I get paid
My mama got amethyst on her chain
Smokin' the cannabis, keep me sane
Me and my dawg f*cked the same thing
We lost our virginity seventh grade
So over you now, can't hear your name
I think Blue Nile is the best fragrance
I went gold on a purple Tesla
She inhaling my rich leather
Every time you see me, she be droolin'
I keep these lil' bitches droolin'
Ain't passin', I'm gettin' greedy with this blunt
I'm livin' off fifty G's for this month (yeah, yeah)
I'm livin' off fifty G's for this month
I'm smokin' on caviar, eatin' on caviar
Whole pint of purple screens in the trunk
I still got them purple stamps, I run with the murder camp
Ain't through with the Perkys yet
I'm still poppin' Perkys, I keep poppin' Perkys
Might f*ck 'round and overdose
I dropped a purple Tesla, you who I do it for
Gave my dawg a life sentence, robbin' jewelry stores
He just want a Tesla truck, so I did it for 'em
(If you f*ck with Murda, it's a homicide)
Make sure I send pictures to him behind the wall
I still got them purple stamps, I run with the murder camp
Ain't through with the Perkys yet
I'm still poppin' Perkys, I keep poppin' Perkys
Might f*ck 'round and overdose
They gave up on fourth and goal
I was stressin' for twenty months
I came home and killed the ho, twenty-one
Twenty-one, bitch, I'm a savage, baby
Gucci on me like I'm Radric Davis
I put a stash in the 'frigerator
Hope they don't think they intimidatin'
Yeah, I might pull up with Becky G
I was rich, I was seventeen
They was callin' my destiny, you can go and ask Stephanie
She was callin' me pressure back when I was little
Even though they be hatin', they see the potential
My family big and I grew up 'round killers
Even though I'ma kid, I'ma go get my man
I hit the strip, I'ma f*ck off some bands
I got me a lil' bitch, I don't f*ck all my fans
R.I.P. Prince, I'm with purple like LJ
F*ck what you heard, I don't care 'bout no here say
She comin' like ándale
I want all my money, no under pay, know what I'm sayin'?
I still got a purple stamp, I ain't goin' commercial yet
I still got the purple stamp, I ain't goin' commercial yet
Bought my brother a purple Lex', but he still got a white one too
Ain't no pump fakin', I'ma shoot, know what I'm sayin'?
Gettin' back when I was in school
They say them lil' niggas be on the news
We gon' send a bitch on the news
Got a purple stamp on the door, purple stamp on the envelope
I'ma send it to state prison, encouragin' niggas behind the fences
Might put the penny on twenty-sixes
My baby girl panties be steady drippin'
They sleepin' on me, Martin Luther King
I only drink Belaire 'cause I get paid
My mama got amethyst on her chain
Smokin' the cannabis, keep me sane
Me and my dawg f*cked the same thing
We lost our virginity seventh grade
So over you now, can't hear your name
I think Blue Nile is the best fragrance
I went gold on a purple Tesla
She inhaling my rich leather
Every time you see me, she be droolin'
I keep these lil' bitches droolin'
Ain't passin', I'm gettin' greedy with this blunt
I'm livin' off fifty G's for this month (yeah, yeah)
I'm livin' off fifty G's for this month
I'm smokin' on caviar, eatin' on caviar
Whole pint of purple screens in the trunk
I still got them purple stamps, I run with the murder camp
Ain't through with the Perkys yet
I'm still poppin' Perkys, I keep poppin' Perkys
Might f*ck 'round and overdose
Writer: Bill K. Kapri, Shane Lindstrom, Alex Bottero, Oscar Braojos
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Midas Touch
(100% Juice)
I got the Midas Touch in my heart, this how I put on blue
They left me in the mud, I grew just like a flower do
My love for money ain't really nothin', my family valuable
They say it's up, so when you get to bussin' shit, they ride on you
My time precious, spend a pretty penny on my left wrist
My dawg reckless, it's a bag, I let 'em go fetch it (go fetch it)
This shit get treacherous, rock a trench coat in the trenches
I hope my fam' don't ever never tell or show our messages
I need a Black to boost my high
I don't wanna rap 'til I shoot my guy
I'ma get my mans, did you live? If I don't see 'em, I settle for his next kin
But I'ma get him and I never meant to bring no pain again
But I wouldn't wanna be 'em when niggas pull up in that Benz, they won't miss him
This for them niggas sittin' behind the fence, I'm gon' stay free
Y'all speak through me every chance, I represent
And it ain't y'all fault completely, it's the life we forced to live
My nigga wanna see me dead 'cause I be shinin' more than him
Watch me shinin' more than him
I'm shinin', yeah
I said, "F*ck, you were my nigga, you costin' me first"
I'm a sniper in designer, baby, made my feet hurt
'Cause I was steppin' all night in Jimmy Choo's
Don't change a thing about you, that's what you need to do
'Cause I'm already f*cked up 'bout ya, just you being you
I get on stage, I feel I might cry
Nigga wasn't raised with much, but we tried
I get on the stage, I sing 'til I die
Nigga, I done prayed for this all my life (all my life)
There's heaven for a gangsta, I know that's a lie
Nigga never gave me nothin', I had to rob
I was in a dangerous place, I found love
I was in the strangest place when I
When I see you, I'ma take yo' soul
It's best when we do (best when we do what?), and we take it slow, yeah
I'm shinin', yeah
Said, "F*ck, you were my nigga, you costin' me first"
I'm a sniper in designer, baby girl, my feet hurt
'Cause I was steppin' all night in Jimmy Choo's
I get on the stage, I feel I might cry
Nigga wasn't raised with much, but we tried
I get on the stage, I sing 'til I die
Nigga, I done prayed for this all my life (all my life)
There's heaven for a gangsta, I know that's a lie
Nigga never gave me nothin', I had to rob
I was in a dangerous place, I found love
I was in the strangest place when I
I got the Midas Touch in my heart, this how I put on blue
They left me in the mud, I grew just like a flower do
My love for money ain't really nothin', my family valuable
They say it's up, so when you get to bussin' shit, they ride on you
My time precious, spend a pretty penny on my left wrist
My dawg reckless, it's a bag, I let 'em go fetch it (go fetch it)
This shit get treacherous, rock a trench coat in the trenches
I hope my fam' don't ever never tell or show our messages
I need a Black to boost my high
I don't wanna rap 'til I shoot my guy
I'ma get my mans, did you live? If I don't see 'em, I settle for his next kin
But I'ma get him and I never meant to bring no pain again
But I wouldn't wanna be 'em when niggas pull up in that Benz, they won't miss him
This for them niggas sittin' behind the fence, I'm gon' stay free
Y'all speak through me every chance, I represent
And it ain't y'all fault completely, it's the life we forced to live
My nigga wanna see me dead 'cause I be shinin' more than him
Watch me shinin' more than him
I'm shinin', yeah
I said, "F*ck, you were my nigga, you costin' me first"
I'm a sniper in designer, baby, made my feet hurt
'Cause I was steppin' all night in Jimmy Choo's
Don't change a thing about you, that's what you need to do
'Cause I'm already f*cked up 'bout ya, just you being you
I get on stage, I feel I might cry
Nigga wasn't raised with much, but we tried
I get on the stage, I sing 'til I die
Nigga, I done prayed for this all my life (all my life)
There's heaven for a gangsta, I know that's a lie
Nigga never gave me nothin', I had to rob
I was in a dangerous place, I found love
I was in the strangest place when I
When I see you, I'ma take yo' soul
It's best when we do (best when we do what?), and we take it slow, yeah
I'm shinin', yeah
Said, "F*ck, you were my nigga, you costin' me first"
I'm a sniper in designer, baby girl, my feet hurt
'Cause I was steppin' all night in Jimmy Choo's
I get on the stage, I feel I might cry
Nigga wasn't raised with much, but we tried
I get on the stage, I sing 'til I die
Nigga, I done prayed for this all my life (all my life)
There's heaven for a gangsta, I know that's a lie
Nigga never gave me nothin', I had to rob
I was in a dangerous place, I found love
I was in the strangest place when I
Writer: Bill K. Kapri, Kasim Ali Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sink My Ship
Twenty-six, thirteen, six
And where you from?
1800 block
And where that's at?
Pompano
And what we is?
We gangsters
Fo' red bitches f*ckin' on me 'cause I'm lit
Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm Crip
Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip
Niggas hatin' on me, tryna sink a nigga ship
Fo' red bitches f*ckin' on me 'cause I'm lit
Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm Crip
Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip
Niggas hatin' on me, tryna sink a nigga ship
I'm a Zo, I ain't no ho, I be on go and plus my niggas comin'
Streets done taught me well, I'm droppin' knowledge on my lil' son
If a nigga hit you, we don't fight back, we gon' kill somethin'
I say what I want, do what I want, 'cause I don't feel nothin' (glee)
These niggas hate the way that I'm progressin'
They all hate to see me be the person that I'm destined
I be goin' way too hard when I don't try to
These blues goin' in my pockets like I'm Piru
Fo' red bitches f*ckin' on me 'cause I'm lit
Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm Crip
Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip
Niggas hatin' on me, tryna sink a nigga ship
Fo' red bitches f*ckin' on me 'cause I'm lit
Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm Crip
Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip
Niggas hatin' on me, tryna sink a nigga ship
These nigga out here so shiesty
So I gotta be way more shiesty
It's like I'm chasing after pipe dreams
It's like I'm holding on to tight screens
It's like nothin' don't excite me no more
All I think about is sniping, oh Lord
All I think about is killing people
All I think about is being evil
Fo' red bitches f*ckin' on me 'cause I'm lit
Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm Crip
Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip
Niggas hatin' on me, tryna sink a nigga ship
Fo' red bitches f*ckin' on me 'cause I'm lit
Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm Crip
Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip
Niggas hatin' on me, tryna sink a nigga ship
Nothin' don't even make me happy no more, son, you hear me?
Yeah
These niggas out here slimey so I gotta be grimey
Okay
I love you
I love you
Aight
Fo' red bitches f*ckin' on me 'cause I'm lit
Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm Crip
Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip
Niggas hatin' on me, tryna sink a nigga ship
Red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm Crip, ayy
Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip
Red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm Crip, ayy
Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip
And where you from?
1800 block
And where that's at?
Pompano
And what we is?
We gangsters
Fo' red bitches f*ckin' on me 'cause I'm lit
Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm Crip
Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip
Niggas hatin' on me, tryna sink a nigga ship
Fo' red bitches f*ckin' on me 'cause I'm lit
Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm Crip
Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip
Niggas hatin' on me, tryna sink a nigga ship
I'm a Zo, I ain't no ho, I be on go and plus my niggas comin'
Streets done taught me well, I'm droppin' knowledge on my lil' son
If a nigga hit you, we don't fight back, we gon' kill somethin'
I say what I want, do what I want, 'cause I don't feel nothin' (glee)
These niggas hate the way that I'm progressin'
They all hate to see me be the person that I'm destined
I be goin' way too hard when I don't try to
These blues goin' in my pockets like I'm Piru
Fo' red bitches f*ckin' on me 'cause I'm lit
Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm Crip
Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip
Niggas hatin' on me, tryna sink a nigga ship
Fo' red bitches f*ckin' on me 'cause I'm lit
Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm Crip
Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip
Niggas hatin' on me, tryna sink a nigga ship
These nigga out here so shiesty
So I gotta be way more shiesty
It's like I'm chasing after pipe dreams
It's like I'm holding on to tight screens
It's like nothin' don't excite me no more
All I think about is sniping, oh Lord
All I think about is killing people
All I think about is being evil
Fo' red bitches f*ckin' on me 'cause I'm lit
Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm Crip
Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip
Niggas hatin' on me, tryna sink a nigga ship
Fo' red bitches f*ckin' on me 'cause I'm lit
Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm Crip
Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip
Niggas hatin' on me, tryna sink a nigga ship
Nothin' don't even make me happy no more, son, you hear me?
Yeah
These niggas out here slimey so I gotta be grimey
Okay
I love you
I love you
Aight
Fo' red bitches f*ckin' on me 'cause I'm lit
Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm Crip
Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip
Niggas hatin' on me, tryna sink a nigga ship
Red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm Crip, ayy
Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip
Red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm Crip, ayy
Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip
Writer: Bill K. Kapri, Scott Storch, Vincent Van den Ende
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, CTM Publishing, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, CTM Publishing, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Usain Boo
(Nawakii) yeah
Money color peacock, thuggin' in my Reeboks
Cut the dreads and re-lock, buck the feds, I buck the feds
You buck the feds and link up, I'm a Z but my diamonds V cuts
Gotta despise a free lunch, I don't want nothin' free
Bring me a Cardi B, nickname Cardiak
Makin' it hard to match, I whip me a harder batch
I took every loss, I knew I was gon' win for the better
Young nigga with the crazy crew, they think he playin' with the devil
Like, ain't it true you like to sang to the devil?
Keep the stick like crazy glue, but I had to put it together
Mulsanne baby blue, I blew more change on the leather
Young nigga move like Baby Ruth, you know I swang with the metal
Mm-hm, Deja who? I been upgraded from heffer
I got the finger phone booth, I'm gettin' through to these tethered
Usain ain't boo, I hit the trap with a special
Like the New York Times, you square, how you gon' play with a stepper?
Mm-hm, Megan, you know you ain't created that anthem
Say I'd rather go blind, swear, ain't tryna see and detect 'em
Usain ain't no boo, I ran it up in Margiela
Usain ain't nothin' baby, Usain ain't no boo
Usain ain't no boo, I'm comin' fast when I'm in here
You in that bathing suit? Gon' have some problems when I get here (yeah)
In that baiting suit, I'ma buy some condoms 'fore I get here
In that bathing suit, okay, you in a bathing suit, ya
Audi like Olympics, but the engine came up out a 'Vette
Usain ain't boo, I'm crossin' tracks, like I'ma Haitian pack
Cocaine kangaroo the trap, jumpin', junkies comin' back
Me and Fredo higher than a bitch, think we smokin' crack
Even when we ain't together, we together, bae that's anyway
Ain't never met no bitch who ride that dick just like DiJonai
"Kodak, you better not play, make it safe," that's what my mama say
Jancoby you the realest, you my boo, uh-huh, Ella Mai
Usain and a baby paid the rent off a Sprint phone
Everything baby blue, I'm smokin' deuce, like I'm Bigalow
Bing, bing, bing, bing, bing, bing, bing
Bing, bing, bing, bing, bing, bing, bing
Bing, bing, bing, I'm on lean, I'm on beans, yeah
Bing, bing, bing, I hit her once, she gon' cling
Bing, bing, bing, Kodak bop turned to murder wop
Bing, bing, bing, you comin' here, panties comin' off
Juggin' and stickin' and rollin' and geekin'
Juggin' and stickin' and rollin' and geekin'
Juggin' and stickin' and rollin' and geekin'
Juggin' and stickin' and rollin' and geekin'
Juggin' and stickin' and rollin' and geekin'
Juggin' and stickin' and rollin' and geekin'
Juggin' and stickin' and rollin' and geekin'
Rollin' and geekin', rollin' and geekin'
Money color peacock, thuggin' in my Reeboks
Cut the dreads and re-lock, buck the feds, I buck the feds
You buck the feds and link up, I'm a Z but my diamonds V cuts
Gotta despise a free lunch, I don't want nothin' free
Bring me a Cardi B, nickname Cardiak
Makin' it hard to match, I whip me a harder batch
I took every loss, I knew I was gon' win for the better
Young nigga with the crazy crew, they think he playin' with the devil
Like, ain't it true you like to sang to the devil?
Keep the stick like crazy glue, but I had to put it together
Mulsanne baby blue, I blew more change on the leather
Young nigga move like Baby Ruth, you know I swang with the metal
Mm-hm, Deja who? I been upgraded from heffer
I got the finger phone booth, I'm gettin' through to these tethered
Usain ain't boo, I hit the trap with a special
Like the New York Times, you square, how you gon' play with a stepper?
Mm-hm, Megan, you know you ain't created that anthem
Say I'd rather go blind, swear, ain't tryna see and detect 'em
Usain ain't no boo, I ran it up in Margiela
Usain ain't nothin' baby, Usain ain't no boo
Usain ain't no boo, I'm comin' fast when I'm in here
You in that bathing suit? Gon' have some problems when I get here (yeah)
In that baiting suit, I'ma buy some condoms 'fore I get here
In that bathing suit, okay, you in a bathing suit, ya
Audi like Olympics, but the engine came up out a 'Vette
Usain ain't boo, I'm crossin' tracks, like I'ma Haitian pack
Cocaine kangaroo the trap, jumpin', junkies comin' back
Me and Fredo higher than a bitch, think we smokin' crack
Even when we ain't together, we together, bae that's anyway
Ain't never met no bitch who ride that dick just like DiJonai
"Kodak, you better not play, make it safe," that's what my mama say
Jancoby you the realest, you my boo, uh-huh, Ella Mai
Usain and a baby paid the rent off a Sprint phone
Everything baby blue, I'm smokin' deuce, like I'm Bigalow
Bing, bing, bing, bing, bing, bing, bing
Bing, bing, bing, bing, bing, bing, bing
Bing, bing, bing, I'm on lean, I'm on beans, yeah
Bing, bing, bing, I hit her once, she gon' cling
Bing, bing, bing, Kodak bop turned to murder wop
Bing, bing, bing, you comin' here, panties comin' off
Juggin' and stickin' and rollin' and geekin'
Juggin' and stickin' and rollin' and geekin'
Juggin' and stickin' and rollin' and geekin'
Juggin' and stickin' and rollin' and geekin'
Juggin' and stickin' and rollin' and geekin'
Juggin' and stickin' and rollin' and geekin'
Juggin' and stickin' and rollin' and geekin'
Rollin' and geekin', rollin' and geekin'
Writer: Bill K. Kapri, Eamon Jonathan Doyle, Kirk Steid Robinson, Yared D. Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Vulnerable (Free Cool)
In the world I be in
(Let the BandPlay)
I guess you wonder where I been
I'm searchin' to find a love within'
How you gon' love me? I don't love myself
All night flights, I'm neglectin' my health
I'm totin' hammers, chasin' after death
Said I was vibin' this time
I got a thing for you, baby, I don't know what it is
Everybody love to hate me, I don't know what I did
Ride on my face, baby, sit on my lip
I got yo' water runnin', mm-mm
I want you to conceive my kid, pee on this stick
I think I did me somethin' last time I was here
I'm so committed, I would die for what I live for
Some people may not ever find what they dreamed of
So loyal for you, I go dive in and deep in
Sometimes might even compromise what I believe in
I miss my brother Cool, I'm out here by myself, it got me vulnerable
And I done been betrayed, don't even care to hide it, crossed me in my face
F*cked up once, so many times it feels weird, somebody keeps it real
You will switch on anything and anybody, dawg, if you ain't ridin' for this
I gave you all the game, I gave you all the information to hurt me
Sat down and taught you all the ways for you to hurt me
Killin' my liver with the liquor and the Perkys
Thanks for the losses and the gains on this journey
Wanna kill my nigga, but I really wanna heal from it
I got some things buried, I still ain't never healed from it
You fooled me once, you can't get the good me a second way
Matter fact, I lost track of myself in the first place
I miss my brother Cool, I'm out here by myself, it got me vulnerable
I'm walkin' 'round with my hands out beggin' for love
I need anybody
God know peace and nothing's private
I can't do nothin' private
I miss my brother Cool, I'm out here by myself, it got me vulnerable
You left me in the cold with nobody to warn me
Nobody understood me 'cause nobody know me
Came back to let you know, that even though you hurt me, I can't let you go
(Let the BandPlay)
I guess you wonder where I been
I'm searchin' to find a love within'
How you gon' love me? I don't love myself
All night flights, I'm neglectin' my health
I'm totin' hammers, chasin' after death
Said I was vibin' this time
I got a thing for you, baby, I don't know what it is
Everybody love to hate me, I don't know what I did
Ride on my face, baby, sit on my lip
I got yo' water runnin', mm-mm
I want you to conceive my kid, pee on this stick
I think I did me somethin' last time I was here
I'm so committed, I would die for what I live for
Some people may not ever find what they dreamed of
So loyal for you, I go dive in and deep in
Sometimes might even compromise what I believe in
I miss my brother Cool, I'm out here by myself, it got me vulnerable
And I done been betrayed, don't even care to hide it, crossed me in my face
F*cked up once, so many times it feels weird, somebody keeps it real
You will switch on anything and anybody, dawg, if you ain't ridin' for this
I gave you all the game, I gave you all the information to hurt me
Sat down and taught you all the ways for you to hurt me
Killin' my liver with the liquor and the Perkys
Thanks for the losses and the gains on this journey
Wanna kill my nigga, but I really wanna heal from it
I got some things buried, I still ain't never healed from it
You fooled me once, you can't get the good me a second way
Matter fact, I lost track of myself in the first place
I miss my brother Cool, I'm out here by myself, it got me vulnerable
I'm walkin' 'round with my hands out beggin' for love
I need anybody
God know peace and nothing's private
I can't do nothin' private
I miss my brother Cool, I'm out here by myself, it got me vulnerable
You left me in the cold with nobody to warn me
Nobody understood me 'cause nobody know me
Came back to let you know, that even though you hurt me, I can't let you go
Writer: Bill K. Kapri, Krishon Gaines, Leutrim Beqiri
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Elite Division
(Zaytoven)
Kodak
I used to be with stealers and killers and murderers and burglars
And even though I'm rich, I still keep 'em near me
I gotta change my surroundings and everybody who around me
It seem like shit don't go right when they with me
I used to be with stealers and killers and murderers and burglars
But now I'm gettin' further, I don't want no dealings
Used to be f*cked up 'bout my niggas and my bitches
But they took me up through there a few times, now I ain't got no feelin'
My aunty told me "Slow down, you in an elite division"
My uncle told me "Get from 'round them niggas, don't like you in it"
Had to get put in this position to see it myself
I forgot 'bout me, I was taking care of everybody else
I was in the cell and I was hollerin' at my nigga Ced
On the vent, he said he heard them niggas want me dead
I called home, they said his friends got hit in the head
I hope you never change, we Sniper Gang until the end
My brother, my cousin, my niggas down there in the feds
Even though he ain't ride for me, every chance I get I'ma send you bread
You ain't gotta remind me how to be real, I already know how I play
Look at us now, my nigga, remember when we was smoking red
Miss Cammy, miss Red, lil' DT, that's my brother too
I know what I said hurt you, but you had hurt me too
I'm drankin' purple juice in the studio and spinnin' 'round
Rocking that G-Shock in the cell block, you killin' time
I'm from the 'No, they already know how I be getting down
I switched my flow on them lil' niggas who tried to steal my sound
I was takin' losses back to back, I heard them say I lost
Numbers back up, f*ck everybody who counted me out
I'm going up top, this shit, got hot, I had to switch the route
I'm the one who made the way, niggas tryna play like they forgot
I was out the door when I was a youngin, I ain't have no money
By the time the fame came, none of these things mean nothin'
I'm on the ugly how I used to
But it's just now all my thuggin' be on YouTube
This shit ain't changed me, nigga, it changed y'all
I been on the same block for three days with the same drawers
So what's up, nigga, what it is?
Re-did the guts on the Chevy Chevelle
I was lookin' up to Cool as a shorty
I wanted to walk like that nigga, all ears when he talkin'
The whole project used to scream "Free Pac"
Did thirteen, his face clean, everybody loved him, he solid
Ever since Malcolm Elementary, everybody knew I'd be in penitentiary
And the way everybody switchin', I know God got somethin' for me, so I ain't f*ckin' trippin'
Kodak
I used to be with stealers and killers and murderers and burglars
And even though I'm rich, I still keep 'em near me
I gotta change my surroundings and everybody who around me
It seem like shit don't go right when they with me
I used to be with stealers and killers and murderers and burglars
But now I'm gettin' further, I don't want no dealings
Used to be f*cked up 'bout my niggas and my bitches
But they took me up through there a few times, now I ain't got no feelin'
My aunty told me "Slow down, you in an elite division"
My uncle told me "Get from 'round them niggas, don't like you in it"
Had to get put in this position to see it myself
I forgot 'bout me, I was taking care of everybody else
I was in the cell and I was hollerin' at my nigga Ced
On the vent, he said he heard them niggas want me dead
I called home, they said his friends got hit in the head
I hope you never change, we Sniper Gang until the end
My brother, my cousin, my niggas down there in the feds
Even though he ain't ride for me, every chance I get I'ma send you bread
You ain't gotta remind me how to be real, I already know how I play
Look at us now, my nigga, remember when we was smoking red
Miss Cammy, miss Red, lil' DT, that's my brother too
I know what I said hurt you, but you had hurt me too
I'm drankin' purple juice in the studio and spinnin' 'round
Rocking that G-Shock in the cell block, you killin' time
I'm from the 'No, they already know how I be getting down
I switched my flow on them lil' niggas who tried to steal my sound
I was takin' losses back to back, I heard them say I lost
Numbers back up, f*ck everybody who counted me out
I'm going up top, this shit, got hot, I had to switch the route
I'm the one who made the way, niggas tryna play like they forgot
I was out the door when I was a youngin, I ain't have no money
By the time the fame came, none of these things mean nothin'
I'm on the ugly how I used to
But it's just now all my thuggin' be on YouTube
This shit ain't changed me, nigga, it changed y'all
I been on the same block for three days with the same drawers
So what's up, nigga, what it is?
Re-did the guts on the Chevy Chevelle
I was lookin' up to Cool as a shorty
I wanted to walk like that nigga, all ears when he talkin'
The whole project used to scream "Free Pac"
Did thirteen, his face clean, everybody loved him, he solid
Ever since Malcolm Elementary, everybody knew I'd be in penitentiary
And the way everybody switchin', I know God got somethin' for me, so I ain't f*ckin' trippin'
Writer: Bill K. Kapri, Xavier Dotson
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Omega
(DzyOnDaBeat)
Got my education in prison
Got my education, like, from the trenches, from the
From the block, know what I'm sayin'?
Being involved and all that, yeah
I got my education in prison, but I can't go to college
I run with all the older boys, but I don't pay no homage
I can't forget this shit I did, I hope it don't come and haunt me
'Cause if I die I'll probably fry and I don't wanna be no omelette
I see the reaper when I lay down, I'm sleepin' when I'm walkin'
Nightmares be comin' easy, sweet dreams don't come too often
I don't remember, shit, the other day
I remember I was talkin' to my shawty, I say
"I don't remember gettin' your mama pregnant, but you came from my loins
I can't even bring you to Chuck-E-Cheese, she be takin' my coin"
She be puttin' them people in my face, she say I don't be supportin'
I was masked up, runnin' in Verizon and T-Mobile stores
'Cause all of my homeboys were robbin' and wanted me to join
Now I be thinkin' 'bout catching bodies when I be gettin' borin'
I was stealin' cars and I ain't know why when I got my own foreign
I be thuggin' hard and I don't know why when all of my niggas be goin'
If I was in the state, I might be straight, I woulda had at least supportin'
But now I'm dead, I'm in the feds, then people got no remorse
The judge be givin' me this look, but he don't think I'm gorgeous
He gon' try to hit me with the book, but he don't know my story
Shit been gettin' weird lately, I just play my part
Slidin' in a Demon with some demons, tryna catch a corpse
This ain't a 550
In the middle of Valentine I had another bitch here
I been tryna stop the Perkies, but it ain't workin'
I don't need nobody ridin' with me
I was thinkin' 'bout the hood, my mama say, "Don't go there"
If it don't go my way, this relationship ain't goin' nowhere
I be standin' on the bitch, she say I'm too controllin'
I be standin' on the bitch, she say I'm too controllin'
Standing on niggas, I be steppin' on 'em
I ain't comin' home until they fix that AC
I been on the road breakin' in vehicles lately
You got murder for hire? I need a job on the spot
Ayo, pass me a lighter, I'm tryna smoke me a opp
That's a Rollie Sky-Dweller, a fly lil' fella, you are
Follow up with Berettas, I send some shells through your car
I'm back in that mode, back on that business
I tell 'em go and crash at the show and book a ticket
I'ma be the one and they know, the one that's killin'
I keep tryna look for a drop, to get 'em dropped
Better make it count on this mission, 'cause slippers count
So what you finna do if he slippin'? Get a mop
F*ck you thought? Know what I'm sayin'
F*ck you mean, "What I'ma do when I see 'em"?
Got my education in prison
Got my education, like, from the trenches, from the
From the block, know what I'm sayin'?
Being involved and all that, yeah
I got my education in prison, but I can't go to college
I run with all the older boys, but I don't pay no homage
I can't forget this shit I did, I hope it don't come and haunt me
'Cause if I die I'll probably fry and I don't wanna be no omelette
I see the reaper when I lay down, I'm sleepin' when I'm walkin'
Nightmares be comin' easy, sweet dreams don't come too often
I don't remember, shit, the other day
I remember I was talkin' to my shawty, I say
"I don't remember gettin' your mama pregnant, but you came from my loins
I can't even bring you to Chuck-E-Cheese, she be takin' my coin"
She be puttin' them people in my face, she say I don't be supportin'
I was masked up, runnin' in Verizon and T-Mobile stores
'Cause all of my homeboys were robbin' and wanted me to join
Now I be thinkin' 'bout catching bodies when I be gettin' borin'
I was stealin' cars and I ain't know why when I got my own foreign
I be thuggin' hard and I don't know why when all of my niggas be goin'
If I was in the state, I might be straight, I woulda had at least supportin'
But now I'm dead, I'm in the feds, then people got no remorse
The judge be givin' me this look, but he don't think I'm gorgeous
He gon' try to hit me with the book, but he don't know my story
Shit been gettin' weird lately, I just play my part
Slidin' in a Demon with some demons, tryna catch a corpse
This ain't a 550
In the middle of Valentine I had another bitch here
I been tryna stop the Perkies, but it ain't workin'
I don't need nobody ridin' with me
I was thinkin' 'bout the hood, my mama say, "Don't go there"
If it don't go my way, this relationship ain't goin' nowhere
I be standin' on the bitch, she say I'm too controllin'
I be standin' on the bitch, she say I'm too controllin'
Standing on niggas, I be steppin' on 'em
I ain't comin' home until they fix that AC
I been on the road breakin' in vehicles lately
You got murder for hire? I need a job on the spot
Ayo, pass me a lighter, I'm tryna smoke me a opp
That's a Rollie Sky-Dweller, a fly lil' fella, you are
Follow up with Berettas, I send some shells through your car
I'm back in that mode, back on that business
I tell 'em go and crash at the show and book a ticket
I'ma be the one and they know, the one that's killin'
I keep tryna look for a drop, to get 'em dropped
Better make it count on this mission, 'cause slippers count
So what you finna do if he slippin'? Get a mop
F*ck you thought? Know what I'm sayin'
F*ck you mean, "What I'ma do when I see 'em"?
Writer: Bill K. Kapri, Anthony Micheal Howard, Brian Watters, Joey Lopez
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Hitting Houses
Yeah, me and Deshawn eatin' Jell-O Molly
Ridin' in stolen Audi and we hittin' houses
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, we hit lots of houses
I ain't James Bond, but I got a gold gun
F*ckin' on prayer rugs, I don't hold grudge
I don't show love, I got cold blood
I'm on four drugs, tryna homerun
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, I hit lots of houses
I'm on pink Mollys, I'm on brown bombers
I'm on Vicodin, I'm on meth and all
He killed four niggas, he don't want a job
I'm on cold feelings, I don't wanna go, just hard
I take flat screens, but I prefer jewelry
I am not a thief, I just love stealin'
I don't leave a mess and I be in a hurry
Ain't you got a check? So why you doin' burglaries?
I get off the topic, uh, I drink lots of coffee, uh
She my new favorite, she from Milwaukee
He gon' think he skatin', uh, let him think he walkin'
Then turn 'round and spark him, I don't like to argue
Made it out the bricks, that shit wasn't easy
Straight up out the wick, I hit big pieces
Credit cards and socials, I get lots of pieces
Got a yellow poker, but ain't nothin' cheesy, hey
Me and Deshawn eatin' Jell-O Molly
Ridin' in stolen Audi and we hittin' houses
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, we hit lots of houses
I ain't James Bond, but I got a gold gun
F*ckin' on prayer rugs, I don't hold grudge
I don't show love, I got cold blood
I'm on four drugs, tryna homerun
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, I hit lots of houses
I be cashin' literally, I be breakin' and enterin'
She keep playin' with her clitoris, I almost f*ck around, pissed in it
I came home in December, it wasn't even much winter
I'm on nine hundred milligrams, I can't even remember
I ain't no plain jane, everything be busted
I ain't sparin' nothin, I don't care if she busted
Shawty still chasin', but I don't throw no money
I'm in Club Oasis, bust it, baby, bust it
Suck my dick and vomit, I want eggs and omelette
I'm a whole killer, how did I get into college?
I'm a headhunter, I rock Ferragamo
Yeah, me and Deshawn eatin' Jell-O Molly
Ridin' in stolen Audi and we hittin' houses
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, we hit lots of houses
I ain't James Bond, but I got a gold gun
F*ckin' on prayer rugs, I don't hold grudge
I don't show love, I got cold blood
I'm on four drugs, tryna homerun
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, I hit lots of houses
Ridin' in stolen Audi and we hittin' houses
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, we hit lots of houses
I ain't James Bond, but I got a gold gun
F*ckin' on prayer rugs, I don't hold grudge
I don't show love, I got cold blood
I'm on four drugs, tryna homerun
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, I hit lots of houses
I'm on pink Mollys, I'm on brown bombers
I'm on Vicodin, I'm on meth and all
He killed four niggas, he don't want a job
I'm on cold feelings, I don't wanna go, just hard
I take flat screens, but I prefer jewelry
I am not a thief, I just love stealin'
I don't leave a mess and I be in a hurry
Ain't you got a check? So why you doin' burglaries?
I get off the topic, uh, I drink lots of coffee, uh
She my new favorite, she from Milwaukee
He gon' think he skatin', uh, let him think he walkin'
Then turn 'round and spark him, I don't like to argue
Made it out the bricks, that shit wasn't easy
Straight up out the wick, I hit big pieces
Credit cards and socials, I get lots of pieces
Got a yellow poker, but ain't nothin' cheesy, hey
Me and Deshawn eatin' Jell-O Molly
Ridin' in stolen Audi and we hittin' houses
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, we hit lots of houses
I ain't James Bond, but I got a gold gun
F*ckin' on prayer rugs, I don't hold grudge
I don't show love, I got cold blood
I'm on four drugs, tryna homerun
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, I hit lots of houses
I be cashin' literally, I be breakin' and enterin'
She keep playin' with her clitoris, I almost f*ck around, pissed in it
I came home in December, it wasn't even much winter
I'm on nine hundred milligrams, I can't even remember
I ain't no plain jane, everything be busted
I ain't sparin' nothin, I don't care if she busted
Shawty still chasin', but I don't throw no money
I'm in Club Oasis, bust it, baby, bust it
Suck my dick and vomit, I want eggs and omelette
I'm a whole killer, how did I get into college?
I'm a headhunter, I rock Ferragamo
Yeah, me and Deshawn eatin' Jell-O Molly
Ridin' in stolen Audi and we hittin' houses
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, we hit lots of houses
I ain't James Bond, but I got a gold gun
F*ckin' on prayer rugs, I don't hold grudge
I don't show love, I got cold blood
I'm on four drugs, tryna homerun
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, I hit lots of houses
Writer: Bill K. Kapri, Derek Garcia, Russell Pochop, Max Field Perry, Samuel Berler
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Love Isnt Enough
(Ayy, Zeuz)
I see your spirit comin' through your shirt
With the slightest touch, I make you squirt
Every time you hurtin', I can tell it
You beautiful with no cosmetics
Baby, spread your legs so I can surf
If I cheat on you, then I'm a jerk
I hope this time we make it work
I'll try to make it last this time and always put you first
Go to school to be a nurse
Anything you tryna do, I'm rockin'
Your body like my vert
You got more curves than the projects
Ooh, child, ooh, child, ooh, child
You got me feelin' like a baby
She from the rough but educated
That dress on you look painted
Our memories last so long, every time you gone, I still can taste it
I'm picturin' you naked
Vivid imagination, social media validation
Me and bae ain't never chasin'
Ooh, child, ooh, child, ooh, child
Many I have felt before, but I'ma save that girl
Can't wait 'til I'm off probation, we gon' travel the world
Pray to God he bless this love and he got all of our steps
If I ain't never went through that phone, I'd probably still be with my ex
You know the ceiling best, don't make me feel like a junkie
Don't make me feel basic, you worth way more than my money
Know you're not tryna use me and abuse me
You're the only girl I can chill with and watch movies with
And, bae, you make me laugh
Everybody else want my all, but they just give me half
And I'm just sayin' like
Just tellin' you I love you isn't enough, my love
Ooh, child, ooh, child, ooh, child
I'ma keep that baby
KTB, girl, trust
Kodak the boss off top, don't never forget it
I see your spirit comin' through your shirt
With the slightest touch, I make you squirt
Every time you hurtin', I can tell it
You beautiful with no cosmetics
Baby, spread your legs so I can surf
If I cheat on you, then I'm a jerk
I hope this time we make it work
I'll try to make it last this time and always put you first
Go to school to be a nurse
Anything you tryna do, I'm rockin'
Your body like my vert
You got more curves than the projects
Ooh, child, ooh, child, ooh, child
You got me feelin' like a baby
She from the rough but educated
That dress on you look painted
Our memories last so long, every time you gone, I still can taste it
I'm picturin' you naked
Vivid imagination, social media validation
Me and bae ain't never chasin'
Ooh, child, ooh, child, ooh, child
Many I have felt before, but I'ma save that girl
Can't wait 'til I'm off probation, we gon' travel the world
Pray to God he bless this love and he got all of our steps
If I ain't never went through that phone, I'd probably still be with my ex
You know the ceiling best, don't make me feel like a junkie
Don't make me feel basic, you worth way more than my money
Know you're not tryna use me and abuse me
You're the only girl I can chill with and watch movies with
And, bae, you make me laugh
Everybody else want my all, but they just give me half
And I'm just sayin' like
Just tellin' you I love you isn't enough, my love
Ooh, child, ooh, child, ooh, child
I'ma keep that baby
KTB, girl, trust
Kodak the boss off top, don't never forget it
Writer: Andrew O'Brien, Bill Kapri, Jesus Bobe
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Take You Back
You know what, I'ma take the L on this one
It's really a W, 'cause I'm pursuing my love
And I don't care what nobody gotta say about this
I'ma take you back
(Skip got the bounce, it go crazy)
I'ma take you back, baby, 'cause you took me back before
Yeah, you did me wrong, but I had did you bad way before
I'ma take you back, baby, let's go all the way this time
If I take you back, I swear you better not play this time
I'll take you back 'cause you took me back before
I did you bad, you did me bad, so be good, mm
I'ma call this evening, okay?
I'ma call this evening, okay, baby?
I'ma call this evening, okay?
Ain't no more leavin', okay?
I'ma call this evening, okay, baby?
I'll take you back 'cause you took me back before
I did you bad, you did me bad, so be good, yeah
I'ma call this evening, okay?
Ain't no more leavin', okay?
Ain't no more cheatin', okay?
Let's say when
Don't go misleadin' me, I won't mislead you
I was on the phone with Project Pooh, he said he seen you
You done got your get-back now, okay, we cool
Thought you'll always take me back like ladies do
I'm sorry I ever mistake you for a fool, bae
We done played each other, now let's just play this through, bae
I done read your text and I almost started cryin'
I done read your text and I almost started cryin'
Come on, let's sext like it's the last time
Come on, let's sext like it's the last time
I'ma take you back, baby, 'cause you took me back before (bae)
Yeah, you did me wrong, but I had did you bad way before (yeah)
I'ma take you back, baby, let's go all the way this time (bae)
If I take you back, I swear you better not play this time (yeah, yeah)
I'll take you back 'cause you took me back before (oh)
I did you bad, you did me bad, so be good (oh)
We good
I'ma spend more time with you than in the hood this time
I told 'em you real, you would blam with me
Stood ten toes when they was playin' with me
All these bitches mad you be stayin' with me
Feel way better when you layin' with me (layin')
I let you hit the lean a few times, you couldn't stand Rémy
Post a pic, you got the world watchin', baby
And you stay trendin' (yeah)
You got wig for days (yeah), stay on your shit
You never give a f*ck 'bout a bitch (yeah), stay focused
Don't let your visions change, no one to blame, nowhere to hang
AP cost and it's definitely plain, only on jets, not a regular plane (regular plane)
Only The Fam', not a regular gang (regular gang)
I'm from the mud, this is definitely pain
I'm watchin' your Twitter
I watch who you post on the 'Gram, I watch who you crop out the picture (yeah)
80K for a new smile, you still give me kisses
I got a mouth full of stitches
Please, I'm sorry I cheated, I'm sorry I cheated
Please, you know I need you, and you need me
I'ma take you back, baby, 'cause you took me back before
Yeah, you did me wrong, but I had did you bad way before
I'ma take you back, baby, let's go all the way this time
If I take you back, I swear you better not play this time
I'll take you back 'cause you took me back before
I did you bad, you did me bad, so be good
We good
I'ma spend more time with you than in the hood this time
It's really a W, 'cause I'm pursuing my love
And I don't care what nobody gotta say about this
I'ma take you back
(Skip got the bounce, it go crazy)
I'ma take you back, baby, 'cause you took me back before
Yeah, you did me wrong, but I had did you bad way before
I'ma take you back, baby, let's go all the way this time
If I take you back, I swear you better not play this time
I'll take you back 'cause you took me back before
I did you bad, you did me bad, so be good, mm
I'ma call this evening, okay?
I'ma call this evening, okay, baby?
I'ma call this evening, okay?
Ain't no more leavin', okay?
I'ma call this evening, okay, baby?
I'll take you back 'cause you took me back before
I did you bad, you did me bad, so be good, yeah
I'ma call this evening, okay?
Ain't no more leavin', okay?
Ain't no more cheatin', okay?
Let's say when
Don't go misleadin' me, I won't mislead you
I was on the phone with Project Pooh, he said he seen you
You done got your get-back now, okay, we cool
Thought you'll always take me back like ladies do
I'm sorry I ever mistake you for a fool, bae
We done played each other, now let's just play this through, bae
I done read your text and I almost started cryin'
I done read your text and I almost started cryin'
Come on, let's sext like it's the last time
Come on, let's sext like it's the last time
I'ma take you back, baby, 'cause you took me back before (bae)
Yeah, you did me wrong, but I had did you bad way before (yeah)
I'ma take you back, baby, let's go all the way this time (bae)
If I take you back, I swear you better not play this time (yeah, yeah)
I'll take you back 'cause you took me back before (oh)
I did you bad, you did me bad, so be good (oh)
We good
I'ma spend more time with you than in the hood this time
I told 'em you real, you would blam with me
Stood ten toes when they was playin' with me
All these bitches mad you be stayin' with me
Feel way better when you layin' with me (layin')
I let you hit the lean a few times, you couldn't stand Rémy
Post a pic, you got the world watchin', baby
And you stay trendin' (yeah)
You got wig for days (yeah), stay on your shit
You never give a f*ck 'bout a bitch (yeah), stay focused
Don't let your visions change, no one to blame, nowhere to hang
AP cost and it's definitely plain, only on jets, not a regular plane (regular plane)
Only The Fam', not a regular gang (regular gang)
I'm from the mud, this is definitely pain
I'm watchin' your Twitter
I watch who you post on the 'Gram, I watch who you crop out the picture (yeah)
80K for a new smile, you still give me kisses
I got a mouth full of stitches
Please, I'm sorry I cheated, I'm sorry I cheated
Please, you know I need you, and you need me
I'ma take you back, baby, 'cause you took me back before
Yeah, you did me wrong, but I had did you bad way before
I'ma take you back, baby, let's go all the way this time
If I take you back, I swear you better not play this time
I'll take you back 'cause you took me back before
I did you bad, you did me bad, so be good
We good
I'ma spend more time with you than in the hood this time
Writer: Bill K. Kapri, Edgar Ferrera, Durk Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
He Loves the Streets
They say I gotta get up out these streets ASAP, before it's too late
I done been around murderers and burglars and all that shit
But they ain't rich as this
And all the killers and drug dealers I know been tryna beat the streets forever
But they ain't did it yet
'Cause ain't nobody defeat the street life
Tryna run the streets and get away with it
You and your dawg on the block so strong for so long
You get locked and he don't pay a visit
He got sentenced, came home, did a bid, came home
Then went again 'cause he don't get it yet
And the judge gave Midget a hundred years
He wanna come home, but he ain't finished yet
Doin' the wrong things with my power that God gave me
God gave me power, I used it for Satan
Instead of spreadin' love, I be growin' evil
Instead of liftin' my niggas, I tell 'em, "Kill people"
He gon' lie with his heat, he don't need the keys
He'll be fine in these streets, you can let him be
He gon' die in these streets, it ain't no in-between
He gon' die in these streets 'cause he don't wanna leave
Gotta get up out these streets, they say that karma real
Gotta get up out these streets before they kill Bill
He feel like if he ran these streets, then he could run the world
He losin' feelings for his children and his old girl
Losin' feelings for his mama 'nem 'cause he love the streets
He losin' feelings for his family 'nem, his mammy 'nem 'cause he love to beef
Ain't nobody beat the street life, and I already got my street stripes
So I'ma get up out this darkness before my past haunt me
I'm twenty-one, I been here before like a thousand times
I'ma make this song cry, I wrote about a thousand rhymes
Pain, they take me in vain, they entertained by it
Niggas talkin' 'bout my homie and I'm slangin' K's 'bout it
I'm so quick to make this 9 stretch, I'm on that gang violence
Tryna get up out this mindset, it's like I'm chained by it
Gotta switch up all this shit before they get me
And catch me down bad like they did Biggie
They know I'm thuggin' to the tee like my name Grizzley
I'm on the ugly when I'm free, I'm in them same trenches
When I ain't busy, I'm in these streets, I'm in them same trenches
Hangin' with losers, I make 'em forget that they ain't winnin'
My house bigger than his mama crib, but I be still in it
My nigga been gone for five years, but I be still visitin'
I'm sippin' lean and poppin' pills, you think I got the remedy
At least if I got killed in the field, it wouldn't be for anything
'Cause that's where all my lyrics came
So that's where all these millions came
Life gave me lemons, but I ain't know how to make no lemonade
I made grenadine, run around on heavy beans
I'm tryna be a better me, but niggas, they wanna intervene
I took my mama through a bunch, my baby still strong
I heard the good die young, so I gotta live long
I done been around murderers and burglars and all that shit
But they ain't rich as this
And all the killers and drug dealers I know been tryna beat the streets forever
But they ain't did it yet
'Cause ain't nobody defeat the street life
Tryna run the streets and get away with it
You and your dawg on the block so strong for so long
You get locked and he don't pay a visit
He got sentenced, came home, did a bid, came home
Then went again 'cause he don't get it yet
And the judge gave Midget a hundred years
He wanna come home, but he ain't finished yet
Doin' the wrong things with my power that God gave me
God gave me power, I used it for Satan
Instead of spreadin' love, I be growin' evil
Instead of liftin' my niggas, I tell 'em, "Kill people"
He gon' lie with his heat, he don't need the keys
He'll be fine in these streets, you can let him be
He gon' die in these streets, it ain't no in-between
He gon' die in these streets 'cause he don't wanna leave
Gotta get up out these streets, they say that karma real
Gotta get up out these streets before they kill Bill
He feel like if he ran these streets, then he could run the world
He losin' feelings for his children and his old girl
Losin' feelings for his mama 'nem 'cause he love the streets
He losin' feelings for his family 'nem, his mammy 'nem 'cause he love to beef
Ain't nobody beat the street life, and I already got my street stripes
So I'ma get up out this darkness before my past haunt me
I'm twenty-one, I been here before like a thousand times
I'ma make this song cry, I wrote about a thousand rhymes
Pain, they take me in vain, they entertained by it
Niggas talkin' 'bout my homie and I'm slangin' K's 'bout it
I'm so quick to make this 9 stretch, I'm on that gang violence
Tryna get up out this mindset, it's like I'm chained by it
Gotta switch up all this shit before they get me
And catch me down bad like they did Biggie
They know I'm thuggin' to the tee like my name Grizzley
I'm on the ugly when I'm free, I'm in them same trenches
When I ain't busy, I'm in these streets, I'm in them same trenches
Hangin' with losers, I make 'em forget that they ain't winnin'
My house bigger than his mama crib, but I be still in it
My nigga been gone for five years, but I be still visitin'
I'm sippin' lean and poppin' pills, you think I got the remedy
At least if I got killed in the field, it wouldn't be for anything
'Cause that's where all my lyrics came
So that's where all these millions came
Life gave me lemons, but I ain't know how to make no lemonade
I made grenadine, run around on heavy beans
I'm tryna be a better me, but niggas, they wanna intervene
I took my mama through a bunch, my baby still strong
I heard the good die young, so I gotta live long
Writer: Bill K. Kapri, Anderson Hernandez, Matthew Samuels, Sean Momberger, Leigh Elliott
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Super Gremlin
Man, we could be superstars
We been ridin', wreckin' cars (ayy bro, is that Jambo?)
What is at stakes for us?
Kickin' off power mirrors
Yeah, we could be superstars
But I'm pretty sure time is up
And so we fell in love with spinnin' drops
Still only a child, but faithful error (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Say you my nigga, I'ma be your killer
Nobody gon' play with you when I'm with you
Go against any nigga, like f*ck this glitter
Skeet off dirt, I'm ditchin'
I put it in for you, I spin for you
Whatever you with, I'm with it
How you gon' cross a nigga that rockin' with you?
I got you lit in the city
I been multitaskin', rappin' and bein' a daddy to my lil' children
I been standin' on business
And spinnin' and spinnin' and spinnin' until I'm dizzy
I do all the smackin', he ain't never step or help
With none of these killings, you doin' a lot of cappin'
Watch when I catch you, I'ma whack you in front of the witness
Damn, my nigga you trippin'
We could've been superstars (superstars)
Remember when we was jackin' cars (jackin' cars)
Now it's not safe for you (safe for you)
You switched like a pussy, lil' bitch
Damn, my nigga you trippin'
We could've been superstars
Can't help it, now I'm reminiscing
Remember when we was jackin' cars
Now you better keep your distance
'Cause it's not safe for you (safe for you)
You switched like a pussy, lil' bitch
Trackhawk with the kit, snatch off on a bitch
When I slide, night light on the blick
Bet I'm on my shit when I'm outside
Zoe done ran down
Caught him pants down, nigga you shitted
I knew the Perc was fake, but I still ate it
'Cause I'm a gremlin
Yeah, cutthroat business, KTV, backdoor wide open
Wait 'til my sniper get live, all you niggas gon' die
Time rollin', bustin' on my opponent
No half-steppin', I'm crunchin' my opps totally
We was just broke with no motion
Sleepin' on sofas, creepin' in houses like roaches
I done went cages to stages to cages
Now free me, baby, can't keep me, baby
I beat them cases, they already hate
When they gon' want me dead when I'm off probation
Oh, y'all think lil' Yak retarded?
Y'all ain't seen none yet, I promise
Niggas can't take me, niggas can't guard me
I be on a f*ck-nigga ass like Charmin
AK, twenty inch carbons
We could've been superstars (superstars)
Remember when we was jackin' cars (jackin' cars)
Now it's not safe for you (safe for you)
You switched like a pussy, lil' bitch
Damn, my nigga you trippin'
We could've been superstars
Can't help it, now I'm reminiscing
Remember when we was jackin' cars
Now you better keep your distance
'Cause it's not safe for you (safe for you)
You switched like a pussy, lil' bitch
Trackhawk with the kit, snatch off on a bitch
When I slide, night light on the blick
Bet I'm on my shit when I'm outside
Zoe done ran down
Caught him pants down, nigga you shitted
I knew the Perc was fake, but I still ate it
'Cause I'm a gremlin
Yeah, we could be superstars (Super Gremlin)
But I'm pretty sure our time is up (now your time is up)
And so we fell in love with spinnin' drops
Still only a child, but faithful error
I ain't slimin', I'm grimin'
Any way you put it I'm SG with it, I'm Super Gremlin
Snatch and grab, sneak and geek
Sniper Gang, trust
Nightmare, baby, you know I
I bet you always see me in your dreams
Glee
We been ridin', wreckin' cars (ayy bro, is that Jambo?)
What is at stakes for us?
Kickin' off power mirrors
Yeah, we could be superstars
But I'm pretty sure time is up
And so we fell in love with spinnin' drops
Still only a child, but faithful error (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Say you my nigga, I'ma be your killer
Nobody gon' play with you when I'm with you
Go against any nigga, like f*ck this glitter
Skeet off dirt, I'm ditchin'
I put it in for you, I spin for you
Whatever you with, I'm with it
How you gon' cross a nigga that rockin' with you?
I got you lit in the city
I been multitaskin', rappin' and bein' a daddy to my lil' children
I been standin' on business
And spinnin' and spinnin' and spinnin' until I'm dizzy
I do all the smackin', he ain't never step or help
With none of these killings, you doin' a lot of cappin'
Watch when I catch you, I'ma whack you in front of the witness
Damn, my nigga you trippin'
We could've been superstars (superstars)
Remember when we was jackin' cars (jackin' cars)
Now it's not safe for you (safe for you)
You switched like a pussy, lil' bitch
Damn, my nigga you trippin'
We could've been superstars
Can't help it, now I'm reminiscing
Remember when we was jackin' cars
Now you better keep your distance
'Cause it's not safe for you (safe for you)
You switched like a pussy, lil' bitch
Trackhawk with the kit, snatch off on a bitch
When I slide, night light on the blick
Bet I'm on my shit when I'm outside
Zoe done ran down
Caught him pants down, nigga you shitted
I knew the Perc was fake, but I still ate it
'Cause I'm a gremlin
Yeah, cutthroat business, KTV, backdoor wide open
Wait 'til my sniper get live, all you niggas gon' die
Time rollin', bustin' on my opponent
No half-steppin', I'm crunchin' my opps totally
We was just broke with no motion
Sleepin' on sofas, creepin' in houses like roaches
I done went cages to stages to cages
Now free me, baby, can't keep me, baby
I beat them cases, they already hate
When they gon' want me dead when I'm off probation
Oh, y'all think lil' Yak retarded?
Y'all ain't seen none yet, I promise
Niggas can't take me, niggas can't guard me
I be on a f*ck-nigga ass like Charmin
AK, twenty inch carbons
We could've been superstars (superstars)
Remember when we was jackin' cars (jackin' cars)
Now it's not safe for you (safe for you)
You switched like a pussy, lil' bitch
Damn, my nigga you trippin'
We could've been superstars
Can't help it, now I'm reminiscing
Remember when we was jackin' cars
Now you better keep your distance
'Cause it's not safe for you (safe for you)
You switched like a pussy, lil' bitch
Trackhawk with the kit, snatch off on a bitch
When I slide, night light on the blick
Bet I'm on my shit when I'm outside
Zoe done ran down
Caught him pants down, nigga you shitted
I knew the Perc was fake, but I still ate it
'Cause I'm a gremlin
Yeah, we could be superstars (Super Gremlin)
But I'm pretty sure our time is up (now your time is up)
And so we fell in love with spinnin' drops
Still only a child, but faithful error
I ain't slimin', I'm grimin'
Any way you put it I'm SG with it, I'm Super Gremlin
Snatch and grab, sneak and geek
Sniper Gang, trust
Nightmare, baby, you know I
I bet you always see me in your dreams
Glee
Writer: Bill K. Kapri, Jacob Canady, Maik Alexander Timmermann
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I Wish
I been watchin' this opp on a drone
Pull up cockin' it, aim at his dome
Bust a right, I could never be wrong
I'ma fight for the love that we on
When we f*ckin' I never be 'lone
And I never go the same way home
When I slide, gotta switch up the route
Can't let 'em follow Lil Snipe to the house
I wish I could stop thuggin' for real
Leave the streets without me bein' killed
For so long, I been goin' on drills
Drinkin' that lean, pour it straight out the seal
I don't care, it's wherever we see him
Pussy boy better hide in the crib
I don't care if he out with his kid
'Cause he ain't 'posed to be outside, period
I wish I could stop blowin' my banger
I wish I could catch hold of my anger
With the gang and we high, live dangerous
Screamin', "Let's get it" and twistin' our fingers
Screamin', "Let's get it" and everybody with it
They know who get it lit in the building
They know we get it lit in the city
Pussy boy cappin', get hit in his fitted
Can't nobody say shit about Syk
That my brother, he wrong or he right
And 'bout Mac, I don't wanna hear nothin'
Even though he so goddamn ugly
Call Riko, I know that he comin'
That my Dirty Jay, Dirty my cousin
Play with me, Lil Ceejay gon' go dummy
Lil Robert won't chill and just get to that money
Poppin' Percs, I take three to the head
I can't focus, I keep seein' red
Have emotion I'm tryna suppress
Get in motion, I'm tryna suppress (yeah)
That nigga switched out on everybody
When I get him, I did that for the 'jects (yeah)
G Mac and Riko my stepbrothers
All of us brothers and all us gon' step
Get it done and we go have some fun
'Til somebody else say they want somethin'
I'm a gangster, got pardoned by Trump
But I'm still out here bustin' my gun
Even Poof say he seen a lil' bitch
On my soul, I believe in Lil Crix
And I hate I had fell out with Wiz
You did what you did, so I did what I did
I don't lie, but I steal and I kill
I wish I could stop poppin' these pills
Hit his head and it drop on the wheel
Fresh out of juvie I got me a deal
Told my son I won't let no one kill me
'Cause I promised to take him to Disney
It's a must I keep clutchin' this semi
Show in the O, but my room in Kissimmee
I know everybody tell her I'm silly
But I hope that she see the best in me
Think she feelin' the kid like I'm Gillie
Think she feelin' the kid, like I'm, yeah
I'ma snipe, anybody get touched
If it's pressure, I'm searchin' you up
Last night we was vibin' so tough
She f*ckin' with me, and I'm f*ckin' with her
I wish we could run off somewhere nice
On a island, you wake up my wife
Hopefully, I can stop livin' shiest'
Like we back from the dead, let's go start a new life
I wish I could stop thuggin' for real
Leave the streets without me being killed
For so long, I been goin' on drills
Drinkin' that lean, pour it straight out the seal
I wish I could stop blowin' my banger
I wish I could catch hold of my anger
With the gang and we high, live dangerous
Screamin', "Let's get it" and twistin' our fingers
Screamin', "Let's get it" and everybody with it
They know who get it lit in the building
They know we get it lit in the city
Pussy boy cappin', get hit in his fitted
Pull up cockin' it, aim at his dome
Bust a right, I could never be wrong
I'ma fight for the love that we on
When we f*ckin' I never be 'lone
And I never go the same way home
When I slide, gotta switch up the route
Can't let 'em follow Lil Snipe to the house
I wish I could stop thuggin' for real
Leave the streets without me bein' killed
For so long, I been goin' on drills
Drinkin' that lean, pour it straight out the seal
I don't care, it's wherever we see him
Pussy boy better hide in the crib
I don't care if he out with his kid
'Cause he ain't 'posed to be outside, period
I wish I could stop blowin' my banger
I wish I could catch hold of my anger
With the gang and we high, live dangerous
Screamin', "Let's get it" and twistin' our fingers
Screamin', "Let's get it" and everybody with it
They know who get it lit in the building
They know we get it lit in the city
Pussy boy cappin', get hit in his fitted
Can't nobody say shit about Syk
That my brother, he wrong or he right
And 'bout Mac, I don't wanna hear nothin'
Even though he so goddamn ugly
Call Riko, I know that he comin'
That my Dirty Jay, Dirty my cousin
Play with me, Lil Ceejay gon' go dummy
Lil Robert won't chill and just get to that money
Poppin' Percs, I take three to the head
I can't focus, I keep seein' red
Have emotion I'm tryna suppress
Get in motion, I'm tryna suppress (yeah)
That nigga switched out on everybody
When I get him, I did that for the 'jects (yeah)
G Mac and Riko my stepbrothers
All of us brothers and all us gon' step
Get it done and we go have some fun
'Til somebody else say they want somethin'
I'm a gangster, got pardoned by Trump
But I'm still out here bustin' my gun
Even Poof say he seen a lil' bitch
On my soul, I believe in Lil Crix
And I hate I had fell out with Wiz
You did what you did, so I did what I did
I don't lie, but I steal and I kill
I wish I could stop poppin' these pills
Hit his head and it drop on the wheel
Fresh out of juvie I got me a deal
Told my son I won't let no one kill me
'Cause I promised to take him to Disney
It's a must I keep clutchin' this semi
Show in the O, but my room in Kissimmee
I know everybody tell her I'm silly
But I hope that she see the best in me
Think she feelin' the kid like I'm Gillie
Think she feelin' the kid, like I'm, yeah
I'ma snipe, anybody get touched
If it's pressure, I'm searchin' you up
Last night we was vibin' so tough
She f*ckin' with me, and I'm f*ckin' with her
I wish we could run off somewhere nice
On a island, you wake up my wife
Hopefully, I can stop livin' shiest'
Like we back from the dead, let's go start a new life
I wish I could stop thuggin' for real
Leave the streets without me being killed
For so long, I been goin' on drills
Drinkin' that lean, pour it straight out the seal
I wish I could stop blowin' my banger
I wish I could catch hold of my anger
With the gang and we high, live dangerous
Screamin', "Let's get it" and twistin' our fingers
Screamin', "Let's get it" and everybody with it
They know who get it lit in the building
They know we get it lit in the city
Pussy boy cappin', get hit in his fitted
Writer: Bill Kapri, Fred Jerkins III, Lashawn Daniels, Rodney Jerkins, Willie Ray Jr. Norwood
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Love and War
(J Gramm on the beat)
Big ol' strap like I'ma Haitian
Pompano Puff, my blower sprayin'
Could you send me a flick? I'ma send you a dick pic when I'm horny
If I kiss you on yo' lips, would you tell your sisters in the mornin'?
Would you keep it a secret? Like, I ain't felt this way before
Wanna tell you that I like you, but I don't, 'cause I'm not sure
I just take her heart and score, then I love her 'til she sore
I just break her heart in fours, then I don't want her anymore
If I eat it, could I treat it? Could I beat it with my sword?
She want love and I want war
You could leave, but where you goin'?
If I hit that thing the right way can I take you to my prom?
Wanna strap you 'round to my waist and come take you to my mom
Do you get that picture? You could be lil' Kodak
You don't get the picture, girl, I'm lil' Kodak
You could be my Cheri, you could be my baby
If you lookin' for me, I be right on 18
Droppin' bands, I be poppin' bands
Poppin' Xans will make you pop your man
Park it, man, it's way too hot to dance
If you lookin' for me, I be right on 18
Droppin' bands, I be poppin' bands
Poppin' Xans will make you pop your man
Park it, man, it's way too hot to dance
If you lookin' for me, I be right on 18
Droppin' bands, I be poppin' bands
Could you send me a flick? I'ma send you a dick pic when I'm horny
If I kiss you on yo' lips, would you tell your sisters in the mornin'?
Would you keep it a secret? Like, I ain't felt this way before
Wanna tell you that I like you, but I don't, 'cause I'm not sure
I just take her heart and score, then I love her 'til she sore
I just break her heart in fours, then I don't want her anymore
If I eat it, could I treat it? Could I beat it with my sword?
She want love and I want war
You could leave, but where you goin'?
If I hit that thing the right way can I take you to my prom?
Wanna strap you 'round to my waist and come take you to my mom
Do you get that picture? You could be lil' Kodak
You don't get the picture, girl, I'm lil' Kodak
You could be my Cheri, you could be my baby
If you lookin' for me, I be right on 18
Droppin' bands, I be poppin' bands
Poppin' Xans will make you pop your man
Park it, man, it's way too hot to dance
If you lookin' for me, I be right on 18
Droppin' bands, I be poppin' bands
Poppin' Xans will make you pop your man
Park it, man, it's way too hot to dance
If you lookin' for me, I be right on 18
Droppin' bands, I be poppin' bands
Could you send me a flick? I'ma send you a dick pic when I'm horny
If I kiss you on yo' lips, would you tell your sisters in the mornin'?
Would you keep it a secret? Like, I ain't felt this way before
Wanna tell you that I like you, but I don't, 'cause I'm not sure
I just take her heart and score, then I love her 'til she sore
I just break her heart in fours, then I don't want her anymore
If I eat it, could I treat it? Could I beat it with my sword?
Could you send me a flick? I'ma send you a dick pic when I'm horny
If I kiss you on yo' lips, would you tell your sisters in the mornin'?
Would you keep it a secret? Like, I ain't felt this way before
Wanna tell you that I like you, but I don't, 'cause I'm not sure
I just take her heart and score, then I love her 'til she sore
I just break her heart in fours, then I don't want her anymore
If I eat it, could I treat it? Could I beat it with my sword?
Big ol' strap like I'ma Haitian
Pompano Puff, my blower sprayin'
Could you send me a flick? I'ma send you a dick pic when I'm horny
If I kiss you on yo' lips, would you tell your sisters in the mornin'?
Would you keep it a secret? Like, I ain't felt this way before
Wanna tell you that I like you, but I don't, 'cause I'm not sure
I just take her heart and score, then I love her 'til she sore
I just break her heart in fours, then I don't want her anymore
If I eat it, could I treat it? Could I beat it with my sword?
She want love and I want war
You could leave, but where you goin'?
If I hit that thing the right way can I take you to my prom?
Wanna strap you 'round to my waist and come take you to my mom
Do you get that picture? You could be lil' Kodak
You don't get the picture, girl, I'm lil' Kodak
You could be my Cheri, you could be my baby
If you lookin' for me, I be right on 18
Droppin' bands, I be poppin' bands
Poppin' Xans will make you pop your man
Park it, man, it's way too hot to dance
If you lookin' for me, I be right on 18
Droppin' bands, I be poppin' bands
Poppin' Xans will make you pop your man
Park it, man, it's way too hot to dance
If you lookin' for me, I be right on 18
Droppin' bands, I be poppin' bands
Could you send me a flick? I'ma send you a dick pic when I'm horny
If I kiss you on yo' lips, would you tell your sisters in the mornin'?
Would you keep it a secret? Like, I ain't felt this way before
Wanna tell you that I like you, but I don't, 'cause I'm not sure
I just take her heart and score, then I love her 'til she sore
I just break her heart in fours, then I don't want her anymore
If I eat it, could I treat it? Could I beat it with my sword?
She want love and I want war
You could leave, but where you goin'?
If I hit that thing the right way can I take you to my prom?
Wanna strap you 'round to my waist and come take you to my mom
Do you get that picture? You could be lil' Kodak
You don't get the picture, girl, I'm lil' Kodak
You could be my Cheri, you could be my baby
If you lookin' for me, I be right on 18
Droppin' bands, I be poppin' bands
Poppin' Xans will make you pop your man
Park it, man, it's way too hot to dance
If you lookin' for me, I be right on 18
Droppin' bands, I be poppin' bands
Poppin' Xans will make you pop your man
Park it, man, it's way too hot to dance
If you lookin' for me, I be right on 18
Droppin' bands, I be poppin' bands
Could you send me a flick? I'ma send you a dick pic when I'm horny
If I kiss you on yo' lips, would you tell your sisters in the mornin'?
Would you keep it a secret? Like, I ain't felt this way before
Wanna tell you that I like you, but I don't, 'cause I'm not sure
I just take her heart and score, then I love her 'til she sore
I just break her heart in fours, then I don't want her anymore
If I eat it, could I treat it? Could I beat it with my sword?
Could you send me a flick? I'ma send you a dick pic when I'm horny
If I kiss you on yo' lips, would you tell your sisters in the mornin'?
Would you keep it a secret? Like, I ain't felt this way before
Wanna tell you that I like you, but I don't, 'cause I'm not sure
I just take her heart and score, then I love her 'til she sore
I just break her heart in fours, then I don't want her anymore
If I eat it, could I treat it? Could I beat it with my sword?
Writer: Bill Kapri, Julian Gramma, Steve Tirogene
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Back for Everything is the fourth studio album by American rapper Kodak Black. It was released through Atlantic Records on February 25, 2022. The album features a sole guest appearance from Lil Durk, who appears on the fifteenth track, "Take You Back". The production on the album was handled by multiple producers including Buddah Bless, London on da Track, Murda Beatz, Scott Storch, Zaytoven, Boi-1da, Vinylz, and Lee Major among others.
Back for Everything was preceded by the single "Love & War" and the promotional singles "Grinding All Season" and "I Wish". The cover art of Back for Everything pays homage to the movie franchise Back to the Future. The album received generally positive reviews from critics and was a commercial success. It debuted at number two on the US Billboard 200 chart, earning 60,000 album-equivalent units in its first week.
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Kodak BlackBack for Everything was preceded by the single "Love & War" and the promotional singles "Grinding All Season" and "I Wish". The cover art of Back for Everything pays homage to the movie franchise Back to the Future. The album received generally positive reviews from critics and was a commercial success. It debuted at number two on the US Billboard 200 chart, earning 60,000 album-equivalent units in its first week.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): ATL Jacob, Avedon, Ayo B, BandPlay, Berler, Boi-1da, Buddah Bless, Byrd, Cubeatz, Dr. Zeuz, Dyryk, DzyOnDaBeat, Jahaan Sweet, Jambo, June Nawakii, KasimGotJuice, Lee Major, London on da Track, Max Perry, Mondo, Murda Beatz, Mxller, Pvlace, RBP, Saved by da Bell, Sean Momberger, SkipOnDaBeat, Snapz, Sspiketrap, Starrah, Tymaz, Vinylz, Zaytoven
Length: 57:10
Released: February 25th, 2022
Year: 2022