क्रेडिट्स

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YodaYae1k
YodaYae1k
Producer

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[Verse 1]
Shit, I'm stuck right now, I'm on my back right now
And right there I see you, fucked up and shit
You know, heart problems, surgery and shit
On the oxygen and shit
This temptation shit is crazy though, man
Hey, shut up and take that deep knee
[Verse 2]
I'm the heart of the projects, hope I don't stroke
Over here we live in poverty, everybody broke
Over here it ain't no comedy, no, it ain't no joke
We just just tryna make it out of here, they're hangin' us from ropes
Never choke, young **** sellin' dope
Young **** smokin' pokes
Kickin' doors, jump right out the post
Ready to cut your throat, ready to let 'em go
Project baby, youngin' on a stroll
Sellin' coke, stressin', man we poor
Doctor, check my throat
[Verse 3]
In this cold world, it's an icebox where my heart beat
I'm the last hope for my hood, I'm they heartbeat
I ain't tryna flatline, they won't live without me
Golden Acre boy, free my **** Craig Roundtree
And **** playin' me dirty
Bitches playin' me dirty
Your **** and your bitches, they will leave you hurtin'
I just want a better life, I know I deserve it
The hood on life support and it's real urgent
[Verse 4]
And I'm fucked up bad, I need a real surgeon
Why they do your boy bad?
I'm a good person
I'm the one who gon' ride out like a derby
If you my ****, I'ma slide out with you lurkin'
Diagnosis, paranoia, I be gettin' nervous
Had to wait the fourth quarter, I ain't have a jersey
**** dyin' every day, can't behave theyself
Before you jump off the porch, ****, take a step
I was just a lil' boy, I had to raise myself
I was movin' too fast, had to pace myself
Paper chasin' for the cash, trying to race myself
You know a **** like to spaz, had to take a breath
Sometimes I think I'm too much for myself
And I done caused a lot of hurt to my health
It'll make a **** cry, all the pain I felt
While everybody fold up, I remain myself
[Verse 5]
I'm the heart of the projects, hope I don't stroke
Over here we live in poverty, everybody broke
Over here it ain't no comedy, no, it ain't no joke
We just just tryna make it out of here, they're hangin' us from ropes
Never choke, young **** sellin' dope
Young **** smokin' pokes
Kickin' doors, jump right out the post
Ready to cut your throat, ready to let 'em go
Project baby, youngin' on a stroll
Sellin' coke, stressin', man we poor
Doctor, check my throat
Written by: Dieuson Octave, Sean Fitzgerald Piatt
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