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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Ricardo Toussaint
Ricardo Toussaint
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Rippa on the Beat
Rippa on the Beat
Producer
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer

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(Rippa on the beat, bitch) All this life I'm livin', all this life I'm livin' Got me a little fucked up in the head, can't even lie about that one Got me crazy, this shit got me crazy (Let me hear it, let me hear it) All this life I'm livin' got me crazy Why you drive the droptop when it's rainin'? How you put an O in front of the Range? In a orange Rover, peel out, switchin' lanes All this gunpowder fuckin' up my brain Life done took a toll on me, it changed me Got a nigga walkin' 'round here, actin' strange I left my birds at the cross and went to Haiti Three crosses on my face, they wanna hang me I tripple-crossed a nigga, yeah, I'm shady Yeah, them niggas can't relate, 'cause they ain't smart enough Yeah, everythin' I do, it be for all of us Got a Zoe flag on the Maybach truck, bendin' corners Got too much money to be still jumpin' out of Lamb' Rovers Too much shooters to be still jumpin' out shootin' I done turned a Kodak moment to a whole movement And you niggas can't get close to me, I'm inaccessible Keep every conversation brief as an ethical I left all my partners, because I outgrew them I left all my problems and moved to Wyoming And these drops by my eyes, they ain't a tear, it's the blood Faced all my fears even though I ain't scared of nothin' Earned everythin' because I came from the slums Can't show me what's the meanin' to your love 30 million, boo, I'm still hittin' the bottom feeders Left my birds at the cross-hair We're throwin' cautions at the window Ain't no crossin' 'bout business, I ain't taking no more losses Say Haitian boy Kodak, uh, I love my auntie, my niece Run up in the projects, thuggin' by the Chinese store That was uncle, my auntie'nem, he might try to call in 13 on the molly's, tryna steal the violence My mama couldn't hold me, she sat me down in a Mustang My dad a droptop Toyota, felt just like a Corvette Every bitch I stick my dick in, they said they want a repeat
Writer(s): Darnell Emerson Matthew Jr., Bill K. Kapri, Ricardo Toussaint Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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