Kodak Black I ain't been gettin' high Well, maybe a little, baby, I don't wanna lie I know when you text me girl, I don't always reply Well, you're not an angel either, you can't even fly I notice, you think that you know shit All this shade that's coming at me, I wonder who throws it I got tunnel vision and these niggas out of focus Superduper sniper gang, don't get hit with the scope, kid, oh shit Otay, pray them niggas go away Always hella clowns around it look like Cirque Du Soleil This went hella platinum, nigga it was just a throwaway My album so cold when it drop, it's gonna be a motherfucking snow day Aye, boy is good and he knows it, he don't say it, he shows it I'm just like DeRozan, if I shoot it, it goes in I am in Cali just coastin', get 'em so wet they need coasters I got a selfie with Oprah, but I still ain't gonna post it And I'm in my happy place posted, I ain't frown since '06 I ain't cried since '01, they freed Lil Kodak, the kids back let's throw somethin You can come back to mine though, your friend ain't cute, but it's fine though We gon' end on a high note I spy with my little eye A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind Oh, I... I spy with my little eye A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind Oh, I, I spy with my little eye I spy, I spy with my little eye Oh, I, I spy with my little eye I spy, I spy with my little eye Oh, I... (Oooooeeeeeee yeah) I could spot you from a hundred miles away, oh I can see you through my Jim Maui shades, aye When I pull up, I'm in a black Audi a8, aye Leave your man 'cause he ain't nothin' like me, babe I've been trying to get my blower 'cause I ain't never wanting to be linking up I don't ever wanna be doing features I stay far away from these people Said she love me, but I don't believe her Yeah I want you, but I don't need ya Even when I ain't lookin', I see ya You can't even see me, but I see ya I'm just chilling, smokin' reefer Dropping codeine in a liter I've got more stripes than a Zebra I'm a Gemini, she's a Libra Pulling stunts like Evil Kenevile Once I freak her, I'm gonna delete her I was just talking to Auntie Rita Told her "stay out here 'cause we need ya" aye aye I ain't stalking, but I see ya over there, yeah Yeah I'm watching 'cause this Sniper Gang for real, yeah Hit the Dentist, and I'll put diamonds in my grill, yeah Don't think I'm soft girl, I'm just showing you how I feel Aye, yeah yeah yeah, pulled up on a pill Aye, yeah yeah yeah, can see ya from over here Aye, yeah baby girl I can see you in a lift See you riding in a spliff I put VV's in your ear, aye I spy with my little eye A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind Oh, I... I spy with my little eye A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind Oh, I, I spy with my little eye I spy, I spy with my little eye Oh, I, I spy with my little eye I spy, I spy with my little eye Oh

Yeah Yo, yo Live fast, die rich, I'm a super bad bitch (bad bitch) Bagged fifth, hit 'em up, told 'em, "Let's do Saks Fifth" Mad I drove the Aston, prayin' that the bags fit (uh-huh) Credit A1, still be talkin' cash shit Boujee bitch off the Ace, but get lit off Patrón Gangster bitch, a female Bugzy Malone Either love me or leave me alone Without a nigga or a stimulus, know I still stand on my own (facts) And I'ma still shine when these hoes throw shade Got the MAC in the bag 'case a ho wan' play (what's up?) Put me next to any bitch, I'm a upgrade (uh-huh) Real bitch, keep a nigga home like a snow day (ooh) But good dick ain't better than a bankroll (bankroll) So a broke nigga better be thankful (thankful) A bust down might make me touch my ankles This pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, I said the pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank hoe Uh, pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank hoe Good dick and a bankroll, ain't no way around it Your nigga a killer and a sweetheart, you fuck that regardless I put a couple niggas down, but I grew up for you, shorty I got a Caesar cut clean, comin' through in Armani Boss bitch, she don't depend on nobody So when I buy her shit, they can't never tell if I bought it Foreign cars in my garage, Bentleys, Lambs, and 'Raris Bitch, my lowkey whip an A5, I'm shittin' on Audis Look how you steppin', ma, you so cute, you so fly I don't hit women, but if you rape my heart, bitch, you gon' die I love you so much, you so pretty, I'm finna cry We be bumpin' heads a lot 'cause, babe, we both a Gemini Take my life before you take my bitch from me Want you to fuck me like a poor ho like you need some rent money Uh, I said the pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, I said the pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho If there's a cure for this, I don't want it, I don't want it If there's a remedy, I'll run from it, I'll run from it Thinkin' 'bout it all the time, I never let it out of my mind 'Cause I wanna love on you If there's a cure for this, I don't want it, I don't want it If there's a remedy, I'll run from it, I'll run from it Thinkin' 'bout it all the time, I never let it out of my mind 'Cause I wanna fuck on you Can I suck on you? Don't call the doctor Don't call your mama Don't call the preacher No, I don't need it

Yeah, Project Baby These streets took my conscience Blee Sniper Gang These streets took my conscience Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang I don't gang-bang but I bang-bang I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main Brown liquor made my dawg insane Booted up a geek, it's the same thang Fish scale or molly, it's the same name Murder by the stains, which gang you claim? The big Patek face cost ten chains Took your bitch out to eat on a private plane Real talk, 150 when it's plain Jane For the junk behind the dumpster for some cocaine Ayy, free my nigga coo, he in the chain gang Chris Johnson, I swear for God I drop the twenty-eight I told my nigga be fool, he put a potato on a barrel I kick lil' dumbass out my crib, say she want Chanel I bought that bitch a wig 'cause she ain't got no hair I sent that poor ass hoe a Uber 'cause she ain't got no whip Thirty golds in my mouth like I'm Stephen Curry Thirty clip in my Glock 'cause I'm a damn warrior Streets left me scarred, ain't no worries Run my money up in a hurry Thirteen strippers, James Harden Money make you greedy when you starving Monisha, Tamica, they vouching Before I had anything, I was saucing 'Fore I had that Bentley truck, I was saucing All these hitters, yeah, I pray you never cross them She say she brand new, I swear I want the old her Eighteen hunded, I got more stories than a author I'm credit card swipin' at the Chase Bank (ey) Me and Future gang gang, same thang I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or cold? Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road I remember hittin' houses, nigga, cash 4 gold These streets made me lose my conscience, took a nigga soul These streets took all my soul from me Tried to leave me in the cold These streets took my conscience from me Now tough love is all I show I know my niggas got love for me And they filling up they nose I know my Levi got love for me She just want everybody to know I know my niggas, they be missin' me So I be posted on the straw I don't even care about how much cash I see I'm always gon' be in the 'No I ran out of money, then they switch lanes I ran it back up, then I switch lanes In a brand new Range, diamond colored candy cane I brought a brand new K, I can't wait to let it spray I'm sorry mom, ain't mean to bring you through so much pain I said I'm sorry mom, I ain't mean for it to be this way Ayy but fuck it, bitch, I'm here, I got diamond rings All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid

I don't wanna be another rockstar People tellin' me that I am (I'm just a rockstar for the trenches) (I'm just a rockstar from the trenches) (I'm just a rockstar for the trenches) I'm just a rockstar for the trenches I ain't see my mama sad in a minute I gave her everything, you can't trick her I told my daughters to watch out for niggas I'm at a jet airport with a killer Too much drank I done threw up out the window I was smart, I wasn't movin' with niggas That wasn't me, you confused me with niggas Goin' broke? I can't imagine it Fuck it off, I hold the line of saks Dominos, that's a hater effect IC recorded, caught me drinkin' the act' Charge the 'Rari, where the battery at? I confess, where the therapy at? Lost so many niggas, feel like a test Made my daughter mad, I get her baguettes Ain't no vaccines, just give me a six Ain't got time to really lay with a bitch I be on hard when she lay on my dick Half of you niggas my only regret Gotta react what they put on the 'net Answer the phone, ain't gon' never forget Answer the jail calls, yeah, answer the jail calls, yeah I can count how many times you helped me up Plenty times I was on my back, you ain't help me up Act like they with me, whole time laughin' it up I made it out the trenches, I'm blessed to be up I can count on my hands any time you helped You showin' your hand, you gon' get hit with the belt I'm tellin' my friends how I'm enhanced with wealth You stand on ten, but same time you left Public defender, your lawyer for free Your Mount Rushmore list can't fuck with me Tried to go pop style, had to fuck up the streets Could've went to the league, but he fucked up his knee, yeah I make it rain wherever I'm goin' The bitches gon' love me when I'm in the buildin' I be on and off, on and off in a relationship when I'm sippin' I got a trench bitch, she so paranoid She cut her phone off when she sleep Real nigga, I'm in rare form, man, gotta practice whatever I preach Lamborghini doors raised like ringworm, I be paranoid when I'm sleep You want freedom and I want peace Fuck her good, she gon' give you the tea In the hood you can't compare to me Hypnosis, I ain't sleep in a week Minnesota, spliff your weed in a week You got promoted, you doin' federal team I can count on my hands any time you helped You showin' your hand, you gon' get hit with the belt I'm tellin' my friends how I'm enhanced with wealth You stand on ten, but same time you left I can count on my hands any time you helped You showin' your hand, you gon' get hit with the belt I'm tellin' my friends how I'm enhanced with wealth You stand on ten, but same time you left I don't wanna be another rockstar People tellin' me that I am I'm just gonna see you at the top now Maybe then you'll have a better plan

Good morning, Durk I hope you're doing as well as possible under the circumstances Can you tell me where was your mind When you heard the news of your friend Von Passing away on November 6th, 2020? And then the loss of your brother on June 6th, 2021 Wow, that must've been incredibly devastating I can only imagine how painful that must've been It's been a year and I wanna know How you feel about the rap beef on top of all the chaos? Despite all this, you continue to be a warrior A leader in the rap industry and the voice in your community And I want you to feel completely safe in this room Nobody can hurt you It's okay to express your vulnerabilities and emotions This is a judgement-free zone and I encourage To let your emotions out and express yourself freely Take a deep breath and focus on the present moment Today is May 26th Remember that you don't have to go through this alone I'm here to listen, you have the voice in this room I wanna hear from Durk Banks

McLaren Speedtail Six carats in my ear for detail I be gettin' all my watches retail Caught a murder, he tryna call Meek Mill Sold him lean, but Doodie got his refill I know real killers act like females All the trenches bitches give me tea still How you kill him? Bro, I need the details Adderall, feel like it's mixed with B12 You kept tellin' all my secrets, be real Headshot, stop runnin', be still I could shake a whole block with these pills This a striker, I don't know why you need L's Pull up to a whole mosque and pray still Follow bro car 'cause he got the switch I don't be poppin' 'cause you died and you diss Crush a Perc' inside a Sierra Mist Bitch was poppin', had to give her a kiss I ain't puttin' my name on hits Why you braggin'? Niggas ain't kill shit Hopped out on feet like he ran out of gas I call him Yeat 'cause he stay with his mask How you got it, but you stay with your mans? Legs tatted, had to go get some Vans Fifteen million cash, that's my advance Fuck a opp bitch to get in her head Think I love her, I'm tryna plot on her man Think I love her, I'm tryna kill his ass You a killer? Jam, check his referral Flawless diamonds, you rock it better with curls On a date, I gotta take her to Harold's These Chanel, these ain't regular pearls I'm so high off this X pill I don't give no fuck how my ex feel Your new nigga ain't put you on no jet still Why send shots like he a threat? Yeah Still use cash with the card on file Check what you drinkin', they water it down Said what you said, you a part of it now Chance after chance, I done gave you a pound Feds on your ass, gotta bury it now I popped a Addy, I barely pronounce Eyeball the weed and it's barely a ounce Watch how you speak, you could bury your spouse Bro, I got M's and I slept on the couch Ain't got a bond, it got inherit amount My budget two million, the killers is out I get my teeth from the Mouth of the South Got the location, you not in your house How do it feel to have Glocks in your mouth? I know you broke 'cause they froze your account Feel like a goofy promotin' the clown I told my lawyer I'm sober now Run up a check 'cause I'm older now Got who we want, so it's over now How you slide, but ain't nobody vouch? Counterfeit money, ain't nobody count How you think I got two hundred pounds? Fifties, fifties, fifties, two hundred rounds Out of jail early, you know that he foul Nike ski mask to cover the brows No Auto, pain, I got a couple of styles I done paid for a couple of trials I done slaid me a couple of dials Call her now 'cause I ain't fuck in a while I got love for bro, he holdin' me down Frrt, hold a couple of rounds Frrt, standin' over him now, yeah I'm so high off this X pill I don't give no fuck how my ex feel Your new nigga ain't put you on no jet still Why send shots like he a threat? Yeah

DJ FMCT DJ Bandz, oh, man Before you block me I'm tryna text you, "I'm sorry that I hurt you" I'm a street nigga with a name but certain shit just ain't worth it And I'm sorry what I did to you, I know you didn't deserve it (deserve it) I told you 'bout all the hoes I fucked, you got a little discouraged (little discouraged) Told your friends about our problems, shit made me nervous Please don't put me on that block list 'cause I don't deserve it I gotta answer the private call 'cause you might call restricted And I say you my prize possession 'cause I had to earn you (had to earn you) I bring yo' laughs out I send you money whenever you need, I send you Cash App I call yo' phone, I can't get through, I make a text out Pull up to your OG crib, that's the next step (oh) The worst feeling to be on that block list (block list) I thought it was fun and games to be toxic Came in the crib, my clothes in boxes (in boxes) I grab her hand like, "Could you stop it?" (no) Don't feel good to be on that block list (block list) Why you put me on that block list? (Block list) I can't get through, I'm on that block list (block list) I'm tryna talk to you, I'm on that block list (block list) I don't even answer for all of my guys They talkin' 'bout bitches all on my line I talk about street shit all the time I don't talk about hoes all on my live One time she had made me cry And I'm like, "Some shit had got in my eye" I ain't gon lie, I love the fact that she don't be kickin' it 'round my guys Loyal, she gon' tell me like, "One of them niggas tried" Loyal, if I tell you that, I'ma tell you a hundred times Gullible, told me if I ever cheat, "Don't be with strap" Comfortable, she want hundred, I put a hundred in her bag Perfect timing, I had to give her diamonds I be vibing, this loyal shit is timeless She like curry chicken bird, I like salmon Every time I'm freakin' her, I give her allowance Don't feel good to be on that block list (block list) Why you put me on that block list? (Block list) I can't get through, I'm on that block list (block list) I'm tryna talk to you, I'm on that block list (block list)