Sneak Peek

de Kodak Black

I don't fuck around, I got to be pregnant
My lawyer hired a nigga to pay me
Niggas locked up, tryna spray me
I got a want, so I'm shakin'
Seem like I'm all out of blessings
I don't know if God tryna test me
Tryna help a nigga and he left me
Tell you the truth, I'm stressin'

Locked up, my bitch scratchin' shit
Hopin' I made her pregnant, shit
Her homegirls on that message, shit
Tell her not to keep messin' with me
Fucked me up when Chino died
He was bustin' down the family brick
My career keep passin' me by
'Cause I keep goin' to jail and shit
Tired of smellin' my sandals, shit
Wonder where all my lovers been
All this money don't mean nothin'
Nothin' unless my back is set
Family showin' me jealousy
They been forgettin' to care for me
Miss my son and scratchin' me
Let mama stay on some padded shit

Knowin' that I take care of me, shit
Even all the little extra shit
And you already got me on child support
What more you wanna laugh at me?
Niggas ain't never been there for me
Niggas been givin' they ass a kiss
Should I stay a night, spendin' back to back
Same niggas you was just laughin' with

Talkin' to God, beggin' for a chain
Know you know I'm goin' through some things
Hopin' all this prayin' ain't in vain
Say you never let me feel ashamed
Scratched out, walkin' through the rain
Damn, I got a baby on the way
Fuck, court date comin' up
You know I'm strong, sometimes I get tough

What is all this bein' for, nigga?
Buggin' out that leanin' with a pistol
Nigga rockin' skis like a winner
You don't need a tee to feel official
Mind and pride the same, wouldn't get you
Fuck the fame, I ain't come from a killer
Creepin' on her, ain't no armadillo
Spray flood shit, ain't an armadillo

Lil' one fightin', bodies in the system
Even smokin' molly, can't remember
First look juvenile, then you turn killer
Railers ridin' round, jumpin' on a sprinter
Sick and tired of fuckin' with these niggas
Gotta watch my son grow up through these pictures
Tired of fallin' in love with these bitches
I just know I keep gettin' richer

Now they see me out, they shake your hand
They all probably thinkin' I be dead
Gave him ten years and the bitch fled
Next thing you know, he losin' dread
I ain't lie, this ain't no one in it
Everyone got their arms out like this
It's over me, way more dangerous
Everything my fault, ain't it