Real Hitta (feat. Kodak Black) - Plies & Akon

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) Aye man, nigga got this lil burden off my back, dawg (for real) Time to celebrate (weight off a niggas 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 before Rollin' like a roller-coast, backwood, I'm rollin' dope Told 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 slay Cain 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 slanes on em 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 wan't em dead, don't you? I will pop a chance on em Could of 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 (Finesse homie, finesse homie)

(DJ Cam gon' show 'em how to drip) (JT on the track again) That's my fault, expectin' loyalty from niggas When really I should be mad at myself I'm mad at myself, I was carryin' 'round a group of unloyal niggas on my back And just for them to stab me there That's what I get, chasin' after friends that ain't cared Now I'm tryna get the pin to where you stay, and then I'm there You went against the plan, so I gotta cut off your air 'Cause if you bite the hand that feed you, what you gon' do to somebody else? Can't let that slide, all fuck niggas gotta die, y'all gon' fuck up the world My pride to the side, playin' Barbie with my lil' girl Couldn't see between your lines, I was caught in a twirl I like guns and roses, she like pistols and pearls That's my Russian roulette Put a flower set on your neck I'm here to protect you, baby So I protect you, baby See me with these different bitches so much, it get you crazy So I keep your diamonds on flush like we in the restroom, baby I apologize so much, and you so tired of the fussin' I ain't gon' hide from the public how much I love this woman Say you ain't white, you Russian, I'm just glad you ain't my cousin That's the only thing gon' stop me from lovin', you ain't nothin' Mark your calendar, Friday, we on a date We gon' talk over dinner and put everything on a plate Everything on the table, say everything you gotta say I'm a reaper, but I'm righteous, a sniper movin' with grace My plug went to jail, but I made a way This dope I'm gettin' now fucked up, but I make it shake I'm a ratchet-ass lil' nigga, looked up and I made you bae And everything I got, I obtained goin' through pain It's my fault thinkin' I'ma meet my wifey in the club It's just like me to go and turn a white bitch to a thug I'm steady fuckin' hoes, you know you shouldn't have let me fuck You wish you never loved, but it's too late 'cause you in love I'm in a 'vert, I skeet out, then I skrrt I'm pushin' through the hurt, this shit a blessin' and a curse You hate when I'm on Percs, but girl, you know I need my Percs I need you like my purse, I ain't got y'all, that's when I'm worse I'm in the club, muggin' with no shirt I'm thuggin', on that fuck shit, put my pistol in your purse I don't second-guess my gut, them niggas flaky, and I'm sure Gave 'em chances, they turned out exactly who I knew they were Been too long on this curb, it's time to leave All they did was take when I was willing to give them everything I had to learn how to swim, them crackers sent me up the creek Tried to spread me on the ground, so it's too late to squash the beef Mom, we made it, baby, you ain't gotta cry I'm in the back seat, I ain't even gotta drive But fuck this Maybach 'cause I'm that for real Fuck this Maybach 'cause I'm that for real

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

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

(Feat. Akon) Didnt tell ya im a ridah, ridah Rollin where the cash is Lemme rap to ya, put the chrome in the ad-libs Survivor On parollin the rap biz See they dont know i turn happy homes into stash cribs See everywhere i go, triple my work Flip five nickels, icicles, sit on my shirt Shit i be, Sittin ya turf, and gettin rid of my work I blast, it aint the past when they diggin up dirt See what u know about plates with weight from straight cuba, I-95 blowin on state troopers Takin dice money, just throwin tres dueces, im amazin Take ya soldiers and make juniors, And spray rugaz thatll injure ya health, im real Hit the bookie and give the benz to myself And my friends say im in it for dealt, well fuck it Im a survivor, who else cud i depend on for help? [Chrorus: Akon] No mattter where i go, or where i stay, dont do it then im gonna do it my way, (just keep on movin now, just to keep on movin now) I gotta get this cake and get it today, and im gonna keep comin if ya stand in my way (just keep on movin now, just to keep on movin now) Just ride wit me, ride wit ya boy And roll wit me, roll wit ya boy Chea, now u rollin wit 40 U rollin wit 40 Ima ridah, disrespect the traffic light A survior, known to hold the magnum tight Hyptnotize ya, hoe knew i attract the dykes, And make her go both ways like hazard lights I keep it movin, why u think i rap this nice? I got students, always give em fast advice How to: bag, slice, grab the dice, well come walk with me, ill get ya swagga right What u know about Willie and he crashed the bike Same night at Willies and the jag in white Its not rappin, its braggin rights While im laughin You in ya uncle benz like bags of rice, yikes [Chorus]