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Kodak Black - Young Prodigy [Official Audio]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Edgar Ferrera
Edgar Ferrera
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SkipOnDaBeat
SkipOnDaBeat
Producer

Lyrics

Aye, aye Out here you gonna eat or starve, man I'mma eat what's on your plate, gimme that Everything 1K over here I'm hungry Aye, look Royalty can't buy you loyalty Tell me, if I lose everything Would you be over me? I'mma tell you like they told me This fame and ain't no more to leave I ain't finna go switch oversea Ain't no money controlling me Black boy gave me a throwaway I kept that shit, I ain't throw it away Ten bands for the Jaguar When I rent that shit, I remember that day Been up, I been on my back Now I'm up like an insomniac Remember I made my first stack Man while he had that Pontiac Went to jail and I came back Went through hell and I came back Was on my cell, recreating myself I died, and then I came back Wondering where my partners at Ain't write me and I acknowledge that Snoop had me selling powder bags He ain't even give me a dollar back Later on, started sneaking shit in my pocket like it's contraband Finessin' had me lookin' back at my profit, I had seven bands Me, Mark, Greg, Tracy went up the road, hit for eleven bands Project Baby, taliban It's Kodak, run and tell a friend It's for my mama, she love me She just want the best for me Told me I should be in the booth instead of posted up on the ugly Was in the club on that Hennessy Now you see me sippin' bubbly All the stripper hoes on me I ain't even gotta throw money I ain't even gotta throw money I'mma young prodigy Now my plate filet mignon No more collard greens Doctor told me, "eat my veggies" I'm smokin' broccoli If you wasn't in the trenches with me You can't rock with me I'mma young prodigy Now my plate filet mignon No more collard greens Doctor told me, "eat my veggies" I'm smokin' broccoli If you wasn't in the trenches with me You can't rock with me I was cheatin' on my girlfriend I fell in love with finesse Now I'm married to the money, catch me stuntin' on my ex Call it smackdown, hit your bitch with the triple X Need a Gatorade break, they caught me running up a check Ever since a youngin' I been runnin' up the guap Coulda ran track, but I was busy runnin' from the cops I'm a young Haitian VVSes in my watch like a Dalmatian Bitch I got one hundred and one spots Remember playing Lego, now I'm really on the blocks Smoking loud, got my eyes so low I look like Fetty Wap Jumpin' out ya window like Jeff Hardy I'm a dirty nigga, boy, I got your bitch turnt up on molly I'mma young prodigy Now my plate filet mignon No more collard greens Doctor told me, "eat my veggies" I'm smokin' broccoli If you wasn't in the trenches with me You can't rock with me I'mma young prodigy Now my plate filet mignon No more collard greens Doctor told me, "eat my veggies" I'm smokin' broccoli If you wasn't in the trenches with me You can't rock with me
Writer(s): Skipondabeat, Bill Kapri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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