Kkk (feat. Kodak Black)

For real, dawg

I been waitin' for this beat for a lil' minute

Hell yeah, bih

Koly, we got another one

Look, I'm tryna stay afloat

And keep my head above water, you could say a boat

See, I done lost a lot of shit, but I didn't lose hope

They tryna pull me in the system, wanna see me roped

But now they tellin' me, "Jit, you the next to blow"

I'm comin' up, I got the rap game in a choke

I don't trust the ****, they'll try to play you close

Can't be fuckin' with these bitches, 'cause they love to do the most

It's the white man's world, no love for Black folks

It's still a dirty world, ain't no point tryna vote

A different president, but it's the same shit though

Ferro should've took the plea, but he took it to the door

I'm tryna make it, but they hatin' on the kid

I got a icebox where my heart used to live

A **** cross me, I'ma double cross him

A **** like me, don't forget or forgive

I'm the type of **** come run up in your crib

**** tellin' on you, now you want the **** killed

Bill keep the steel, I just wanna live

Got evicted, so I had to buy my mama a crib

I remember when we was strugglin'

Shit, I had to move in with my cousin them

I don't see my friends from yesterday, none of them

Now I think about, it used to be a couple of them

Shit, I ain't gon' lie, learned a lot of stuff from them

Goddamn, I should've listened to my mama them

See the other side and I don't say what's up to them

But he fuck with them, and I don't really fuck with him

Sharper than a trim, jumpin' out the gym

24 Karat gold dip on my rims

Now I'm gettin' older, now life kickin' in

Told Mama, "Look, I'm finally growin' hair on my chin"

Mama, your lil' boy just became the fuckin' man

I just dropped the 14, it came back lookin' ten (woo)

I just popped a bean, now I'm goin' Super Saiyan

You'll sink like sand in the game without a plan

See, this the type of shit I live

And what these **** rappin'? We done already lived

I heard through the grapevine that Kodak got a deal

See, we been on our grind since Nova Donk was teal

I'm tryna touch a mil' and buy my mama them a crib

We rappin' about the shit we really live

So ****, straight up

Them country boys better play us

Mention Broward County, better say us

See, we didn't have shit but a God-fearing mother

You ever see them suds in the tub, tryna bubble?

Them hoes show us love, but they don't know about the struggle

My aunty died with AIDS, and Lord knows that I love her

I remember goin' broke with no clothes and no covers

Not to mention, they killed Wayne and Purp, them my brothers

And I been on my grind, servin' dimes to them cluckers

My phone kang-wangin', and my trap goin' bonkers

I'm ten toes down, with a nine, I'll slump you

Call up my lil' 'round from outta town, he'll pump you

Get rich or die tryin', so my mindframe is "fuck you"

Your chain look like mine, I ain't lyin', I'll touch you

Coach these **** cryin' on the line, call the huddle

And it's "fuck a ****" and my mindframe is "fuck you"

It's 24 Boom, and Polo Pooh, he comin' soon

You outta town ****? Make room, uhm