[Hook: Kodak Black]
KODAK! BLACK! HOLLY! HOOD!
[Verse 1: N Colt]
Blood And Magic Dripping From Me
True Thugs And Addicts I Grip An Entry
Enter This Game With Tricks And Envy
I Forget Game To Remain An MC
Rooms In This Mind That's Still Empty
Only Fufilled Through Prophecy
You Stoppin Me, You See I'm Tryna Catch This Plane
You Must Be Slow n***a, Catch Your Brain
It's Fresh, But It Is Some Stress And Pain
Got Hoes? Ho n***a Respect The Game
I Talked To Cab Drivers About The Fast Line
And Islam, Masters And Chakras And Beyond
Think About The Hustle And Somehow I See By
But What Led It To The Concrete, PS We Strong
You Was At Your Hardest When You Didn't Even Try
Live Like A Puta, To Puta You Gonna Die
[Hook: Kodak Black]
[Verse 2: N Colt]
Out Of Body Hard To Explain
Like The Pyramids And Dios I Remain
I Know Pain, Like Kurt Cobain
Or A.I. Playin Hurt The Whole Game
Dig It To The Earth's Brain For Worst Gain
Focused Like Young Blood On His First Chain
I Used To Write Mierda To Please n***as
Now I Write Mierda To Freeze n***as
Whether Iced Out, Or American Pie Sliced Out
I Sit In The Room With The Lights Out
Whether Diced Out, Or With Their Hair Spliced Out
I Sit Alone In The Room With The Lights Out Screamin
[Hook: Kodak Black]