Kodak Black - I Need Love lyrics
Kodak Black [Dieuson Octave] Pompano Beach, Florida, U.S
[Kodak Black - I Need Love lyrics]
I need love
I'm sliding in that cutlass just because
I pray to God my son won't be a thug
You know I'm on the grind
I don't even get to see him
You know my baby momma
She don't even let me see him
On the track I gotta rhyme, nigga
Onomatopoeia i'm sipping champagne I ain't
Gotta pop a pill
Wolve stripes in my body, I hit that nigga up
Wolve stripes got my rifle
Everythin' I did before
No peroxide, but I'm sitting in the cut
With my cousin Popeye at the top
It's just us i'm jumping out the Wraith
Remember riding on that bus
I shook my old bih because all
She wanna do is fuss
I need gratitude, Im on a different latitude
If you run up on me then I’ma bag a dude
Gratitude, and you know I’m
Straight dumpin' it got all the cheese
But I ain’t talking ‘bout government
I was hollering at the jitterbug
He said you wanna rap too
He said you wanna have plenty love
Matter fact he in the booth with me
I don't fuck with E-Murder
He almost died on that 250
But you know I still prayed for him
I'll still load up and go spray for him
I don't wanna hit the chain gang
But been in and out i'm 19
But I was a baby when I jumped off the porch
I quit basketball just to
Thug the fucking block
I was jacking cars going to
Juvenile in and out
You would think I do construction
I was out here selling rocks
I was in the rap game
But i was still on the block
I was sitting in a cell when Enale got shot
That's my cousin
Swear to God it would have been
Different if I was out
My nigga Wyjib died, it took a lot not to cry
I was in cell reminiscing about all the times
We was out her kicking door in
We was out here on the grind
You would pop a xanax
Quick to pop a nigga top
Call a nigga polka dot we will
Run up in you spot like a nigga tying shoes
Tie that paper into a knot
I rep 1800 block, ugly corner Sniper gang
I rep 1800 block, 1800 block, ugly corner
Sniper gang, I rep 1800 block
I'm sliding in that cutlass just because
I pray to God my son won't be a thug
You know I'm on the grind
I don't even get to see him
You know my baby momma
She don't even let me see him
On the track I gotta rhyme, nigga
Onomatopoeia i'm sipping champagne I ain't
Gotta pop a pill
Wolve stripes in my body, I hit that nigga up
Wolve stripes got my rifle
Everythin' I did before
No peroxide, but I'm sitting in the cut
With my cousin Popeye at the top
It's just us i'm jumping out the Wraith
Remember riding on that bus
I shook my old bih because all
She wanna do is fuss
I need gratitude, Im on a different latitude
If you run up on me then I’ma bag a dude
Gratitude, and you know I’m
Straight dumpin' it got all the cheese
But I ain’t talking ‘bout government
I was hollering at the jitterbug
He said you wanna rap too
He said you wanna have plenty love
Matter fact he in the booth with me
I don't fuck with E-Murder
He almost died on that 250
But you know I still prayed for him
I'll still load up and go spray for him
I don't wanna hit the chain gang
But been in and out i'm 19
But I was a baby when I jumped off the porch
I quit basketball just to
Thug the fucking block
I was jacking cars going to
Juvenile in and out
You would think I do construction
I was out here selling rocks
I was in the rap game
But i was still on the block
I was sitting in a cell when Enale got shot
That's my cousin
Swear to God it would have been
Different if I was out
My nigga Wyjib died, it took a lot not to cry
I was in cell reminiscing about all the times
We was out her kicking door in
We was out here on the grind
You would pop a xanax
Quick to pop a nigga top
Call a nigga polka dot we will
Run up in you spot like a nigga tying shoes
Tie that paper into a knot
I rep 1800 block, ugly corner Sniper gang
I rep 1800 block, 1800 block, ugly corner
Sniper gang, I rep 1800 block