Kodak Black - Real n***a Files lyrics

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Kodak Black - Real n***a Files lyrics

[Police sirens] Real n***a files (hell yeah) Project files (yes sir) (everything 1k dawg) Yeah (institution, for real man) (you gotta stand firm, dawg, you gotta stay solid) Project baby two, comin' out soon (for real) (look, Kodak, Kodak) Aye man, n***a got this lil burden off my back, dawg (for real) Time to celebrate (weight off a n***as shoulders) (got my feet back on the ground a lil bit) Look, I've been in this sh** for a lil minute, I'm gettin' lonely now Constant conversations with my lady, she gon' hold it down My n***a, he just got out of the gram, he got locked up again I be feelin' like it's my fault that he right back in He just wanted a lil money, and I knew a way how I told him to pack his bags, we goin' out of town And sh**, I knew the best option for us to stay down But f** all that, we young n***as, we need it right now, man sh** get crazy, when you in these types of places sh** don't even feel the same no more, everybody changin' It's amazin', when you make it, made it out your situation And surprise everybody, you should see these n***as faces I done took a lot of losses I done caught a lot of cases Had to cut my n***a off, man I just couldn't shake it Used to treat him like a brother, but that n***a so shady I hate it, but this the life of a project baby I'm here, and I'm plannin' on blowin' this year Disappear, into spirit, wrist shine like chandelier They tellin' lies like Pinocchio, they don't even know me though But they wanna ride for me, they ain't even rode before Rollin' like a roller-coast, backwood, I'm rollin' dope Told my future bright, yesterday I read my horoscope I remember, I was in a jam, they said "it's over for" Young n***a, addicted to them bands, I'm bout to overdose Institution, this that project music Paper chase, on the interstate, stick and movin' Throwin' rocks at the chain gang Out here tryna slay Cain Asked God to forgive a n***a, but I just do the same thing Cause I'm still on the same sh** And I'm still with the same clique My girl is still around with me I'm still with the same b**h I'm still on the same strip I'm still on the same corner Now a young n***a smokin' crip Remember I used to slanes on em I get in the booth and spit that fire, I put that flame on you Rollin' off a monkey girl, come let me put this thing on you Your n***as ain't your n***as, catch a charge and they gon' sing on you They gon' turn the state on you Switch, and put the blame on you Now you want this head, don't you? Now you wan't em dead, don't you? I will pop a chance on em Could of went fed on em Back on my feet, my muscle up, it's time to flex on em If a n***a slippin' with that pack, I go finesse, homie (finesse homie, finesse homie) [Police sirens]