Kodak Black - Fresh Outta Juvie lyrics
Kodak Black [Dieuson Octave] Pompano Beach, Florida, U.S
[Kodak Black - Fresh Outta Juvie lyrics]
Since I was old enough to thug
I been thuggin it
In the trap with Mario and my cousins them
The list was coming everyday, and they was
My niggas told me everything so
I look up to them i ain't never go to sleep
I stayed up with them
I saw that shit like Mickey D's
I was lovin' it
When I got my first piece I was clutching it
Everyday I kept it on like it stuck to me
See my nigga Young Money he
On some funny shit
When I was younger my nigga
He kept me company
Playin ball in the ditch I be runnin it
But now he dissing my craft
He on that junkie shit
Plugged my cousin Will I had to
Punch him in his shit
I got fans out here they debating on me
I was locked up in juvie
They was waiting on me
This rap shit getting real they
Put the paper on me
Even got my cousin Snoopy, jit hatin on me
Had boy co-defendant folded up he wrote
A statement on me
Me and Jackboy we be on the same thang
We think the same way like
We got the same brain
They sent my young nigga Paul
To the chain gang
Chief Keef I be ready just to bang bang
Dang, my mama said I'm living too fast
I don't give a damn and my ass too mad
I'm a Haitian boy flexing on two Jags
Bought a red Jag pulled up in a blue Jag
They be like "Kodak Black
How you do that?"
Free that boy Super Jit he keep a flat
Money on my mind like a du rag
I been thuggin it
In the trap with Mario and my cousins them
The list was coming everyday, and they was
My niggas told me everything so
I look up to them i ain't never go to sleep
I stayed up with them
I saw that shit like Mickey D's
I was lovin' it
When I got my first piece I was clutching it
Everyday I kept it on like it stuck to me
See my nigga Young Money he
On some funny shit
When I was younger my nigga
He kept me company
Playin ball in the ditch I be runnin it
But now he dissing my craft
He on that junkie shit
Plugged my cousin Will I had to
Punch him in his shit
I got fans out here they debating on me
I was locked up in juvie
They was waiting on me
This rap shit getting real they
Put the paper on me
Even got my cousin Snoopy, jit hatin on me
Had boy co-defendant folded up he wrote
A statement on me
Me and Jackboy we be on the same thang
We think the same way like
We got the same brain
They sent my young nigga Paul
To the chain gang
Chief Keef I be ready just to bang bang
Dang, my mama said I'm living too fast
I don't give a damn and my ass too mad
I'm a Haitian boy flexing on two Jags
Bought a red Jag pulled up in a blue Jag
They be like "Kodak Black
How you do that?"
Free that boy Super Jit he keep a flat
Money on my mind like a du rag