Kodak Black - Real Nigga Files lyrics
Kodak Black [Dieuson Octave] Pompano Beach, Florida, U.S
[Kodak Black - Real Nigga Files lyrics]
Real nigga 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)
Ayy man, nigga got this lil'
Burden off my back, dawg
(For real) time to celebrate
(Weight off a nigga's shoulders)
(Got my feet back on the ground a lil' bit)
Look, I've been in this shit
For a lil' minute, i'm gettin' lonely now
Constant conversations with my lady
She gon' hold it down
My nigga, 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 shit
I knew the best option for us to stay down
But fuck all that, we young niggas
We need it right now, man
Shit get crazy when you in
These types of places
Shit 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 niggas' faces
I done took a lot of losses
I done caught a lot of cases
Had to cut my nigga off, man
I just couldn't shake it
Used to treat him like a brother
But that nigga 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 befo'
Rollin' like a roller-coast, Backwood
I'm rollin' dope saw my future bright
Yesterday I read my horoscope
I remember, I was in a jam, they said
"It's over for"
Young nigga, 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 slang 'caine
Asked God to forgive a nigga
But I just do the same thing
'Cause I'm still on the same shit
And I'm still with the same clique
My girl is still around with me
I'm still with the same bitch
I'm still on the same strip
I'm still on the same corner
Now a young nigga smokin' crip
Remember I used to slang zona
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 niggas ain't your niggas
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 want 'em dead, don't you?
I was poppin’ checks on 'em
Could've went fed on 'em
Back on my feet, my muscle up
It's time to flex on 'em
If a nigga slippin' with that pack
I go finesse homie
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)
Ayy man, nigga got this lil'
Burden off my back, dawg
(For real) time to celebrate
(Weight off a nigga's shoulders)
(Got my feet back on the ground a lil' bit)
Look, I've been in this shit
For a lil' minute, i'm gettin' lonely now
Constant conversations with my lady
She gon' hold it down
My nigga, 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 shit
I knew the best option for us to stay down
But fuck all that, we young niggas
We need it right now, man
Shit get crazy when you in
These types of places
Shit 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 niggas' faces
I done took a lot of losses
I done caught a lot of cases
Had to cut my nigga off, man
I just couldn't shake it
Used to treat him like a brother
But that nigga 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 befo'
Rollin' like a roller-coast, Backwood
I'm rollin' dope saw my future bright
Yesterday I read my horoscope
I remember, I was in a jam, they said
"It's over for"
Young nigga, 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 slang 'caine
Asked God to forgive a nigga
But I just do the same thing
'Cause I'm still on the same shit
And I'm still with the same clique
My girl is still around with me
I'm still with the same bitch
I'm still on the same strip
I'm still on the same corner
Now a young nigga smokin' crip
Remember I used to slang zona
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 niggas ain't your niggas
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 want 'em dead, don't you?
I was poppin’ checks on 'em
Could've went fed on 'em
Back on my feet, my muscle up
It's time to flex on 'em
If a nigga slippin' with that pack
I go finesse homie