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[Verse 1]
Dreaming all the time, thinking to myself
If I’m man enough, if I’m good enough for you
I keep thinking about when you said
I know I wasn’t ready for it, guess I was too scared
Wasn’t prepared for what life had to bring me
I just wanted to be free, or someone to need me
Every day I’m feeling like I can’t breathe, no
I can’t get no sleep, got the weight of the world on me
But it’s alright, alright, alright
It ain’t a surprise, surprise, surprise
Gotta do what you gotta do where I’m from
I’ma shoot if I gotta shoot, I don’t like guns
But everybody hating, where the love at?
If I give it to you, will you give the love back?
Ooh, it’s time for everybody to level up and settle up your problems
Just go ahead and let God in ’cause he got us, yeah

[Verse 2]
Tired of running from the police, huh
Never fucking over my homies, huh
Hope my niggas make it in one piece, huh
And my lane whipping in it one seat, huh
I know a lot of people owe me
But I won’t go back to the old me
Please stop acting like you know me
On my place, tryna keep us going
You got the right, the right to live it up
Shine ’til your light is bright and big enough
And if you bow down, come on, pick it up
When you aim for the sky, you start lifting up
It’s super heavy to carry your own weight
And too much to finish what’s on your plate
But it’s okay, it’s okay, okay, okay

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Aye look I’m a take it back a lil’ piece
I’m still a young nigga, I’m still a jitter bird
I’m talkin’ about way back when Clemon used to ride through the ‘jects

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
I’m slangin’ K, yea I be dealin’ shit and stealin’ shit
Back in the day, I was a fool and I was ignorant
I’m not a killer, but my nigga they on that killer shit
I’m ’bout my skrilla, I be dealin’ just like a dealership
I mean wit’ that fire, but my lil’ dawg he make your street rock
Rap don’t pop, I’m in the kitchen whippin’ heat rock
Back in the day, I’m talkin’ Dickey with my Reebok
I’m on a jigga, and I’m swingin’ like it’s sea salt
I hit the news, I hit the news, I hit the news again
My mama warned me, that’s this was what the streets gonna do to me
I’m from the No, I go hit a lick on a dirtbike
Right on a stroll, the plug just fronted me a dirtbike

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid

[Verse 2: Jackboy]
Back in the days, I was on the Ugly Corner
Trynna stack a pretty penny late night sellin’ zona
Graduated from the streets but I ain’t got a diploma
Been a little soldier hittin’ licks around the ‘Nolia
In and out of stolen cars, ridin’ with Lil’ soya
Had the coke no cola makin’ stretch with the soda
Be a soul jumped behind us hit the gas, crash the ‘Yota
If JJ’s phone calls, mama sayin’ boy I told you
Back in the day, them hoes left me on my own
Pullin’ ’em now, won’t quit callin’ my phone
Dawg all of these bitches, Lil’ Jackboy just want his bone
Don’t wanna fuck in the car, made her ass walk home

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid

[Verse 3: John Wicks]
Back in the days, I was the runner, was the gunner man
Back in the days, you couldn’t chill on the corner then
Back in the days, was one on ones, ain’t no jumpin’ in
Back in the days, my mama told me ain’t no funny shit
Broke get a job, they helped the family cause we strugglin’ yea
Back in the days, my mama told me get that money
So I stopped sellin’ reefer
I’m kickin’ doors and robbin’ corner stores
I’m John Wicks baby, you know me I’ll let that hammer go
Back in the days, I ain’t have shit but now I’m stuntin’ though
They wasn’t fuckin’ with me, but now today I got a ton of hoes
They lovin’ my style, I’m Wick got mouth full of golds
No central air but now I’m iced out like a eskimo

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Aye look I’m a take it back a lil’ piece
I’m still a young nigga, I’m still a jitter bird
I’m talkin’ about way back when Clemon used to ride through the ‘jects

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
I’m slangin’ K, yea I be dealin’ shit and stealin’ shit
Back in the day, I was a fool and I was ignorant
I’m not a killer, but my nigga they on that killer shit
I’m ’bout my skrilla, I be dealin’ just like a dealership
I mean wit’ that fire, but my lil’ dawg he make your street rock
Rap don’t pop, I’m in the kitchen whippin’ heat rock
Back in the day, I’m talkin’ Dickey with my Reebok
I’m on a jigga, and I’m swingin’ like it’s sea salt
I hit the news, I hit the news, I hit the news again
My mama warned me, that’s this was what the streets gonna do to me
I’m from the No, I go hit a lick on a dirtbike
Right on a stroll, the plug just fronted me a dirtbike

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid

[Verse 2: Jackboy]
Back in the days, I was on the Ugly Corner
Trynna stack a pretty penny late night sellin’ zona
Graduated from the streets but I ain’t got a diploma
Been a little soldier hittin’ licks around the ‘Nolia
In and out of stolen cars, ridin’ with Lil’ soya
Had the coke no cola makin’ stretch with the soda
Be a soul jumped behind us hit the gas, crash the ‘Yota
If JJ’s phone calls, mama sayin’ boy I told you
Back in the day, them hoes left me on my own
Pullin’ ’em now, won’t quit callin’ my phone
Dawg all of these bitches, Lil’ Jackboy just want his bone
Don’t wanna fuck in the car, made her ass walk home

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid

[Verse 3: John Wicks]
Back in the days, I was the runner, was the gunner man
Back in the days, you couldn’t chill on the corner then
Back in the days, was one on ones, ain’t no jumpin’ in
Back in the days, my mama told me ain’t no funny shit
Broke get a job, they helped the family cause we strugglin’ yea
Back in the days, my mama told me get that money
So I stopped sellin’ reefer
I’m kickin’ doors and robbin’ corner stores
I’m John Wicks baby, you know me I’ll let that hammer go
Back in the days, I ain’t have shit but now I’m stuntin’ though
They wasn’t fuckin’ with me, but now today I got a ton of hoes
They lovin’ my style, I’m Wick got mouth full of golds
No central air but now I’m iced out like a eskimo

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid

You know I love u so madly
And I want it so badly everyday
You know i love u so madly
You know i just can’t live this way
You know I love u so madly
And i want it so badly
You know I love u so madly
I just can’t wait another day

Now listen
Days, days they seem so long
Livin’ without you
Everything’s so blue
Without love
I’m just draggin’ on
So tell me where I went wrong
‘Cause i just can’t go on

You know I love u so madly
And I want it so badly everyday
You know i love u so madly
You know i just can’t live this way
You know I love u so madly
And i want it so badly
You know I love u so madly
I just can’t wait another day

Waves, waves they come and go
Everybody knows
Where the river flows
(and when we die we all turn into stars)
And we’ll glow just like the
We all come undone
And 2 becomes 1
‘Cause our new lives have just begun

You know I love u so madly
And I want it so badly everyday
You know i love u so madly
You know i just can’t live this way
You know I love u so madly
And i want it so badly
You know I love u so madly
I just can’t wait another day

[Intro]
G-L-O-C-K
G-L-O-C-K, ayy
The fuck?
Paper Route business, Taliban

[Chorus]
I pledge allegiance to the streets, all I know is trap
I’m Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back
Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack
All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack
Okay, okay

[Verse 1]
South Memphis you know where I’m from
Got choppers just like Vietnam
I feel like I’m Rocko the Don
I’m ballin’ just like no tomorrow
I might buy a gold Audemar
Your shit out the middle of the mall
Where the Visine that I bought?
Like Shaggy I’m ridin’ with my dog
Kick in your trap like kung-fu
Finessin’ you, check up the deuce
All this blue, I play for Duke
My pockets fat like Bruce Bruce
I’m ballin’ hard, fourth quarter
I just fucked somebody’s daughter
Call up the plug, make an order
If we don’t agree, I extort him
I got them P’s on the way
I brought out my racks today
Nigga this shit not a game
You play, you get shot with two K’s
Ride with this shit like I’m Cain
Mask off and I got the flame
I’m a big dog Great Dane
Glock, I bet your bitch know the name

[Chorus]
I’m just a young rich nigga, shit all I do is trap
I’m Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back
Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack
All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack

[Verse 2]
Put his brains on a pavement
I call the shots like Tom Brady
Choppers and Glocks like the navy
Dodgin’ these hoes like The Matrix
Guttin’ your bitch like I’m Jason
Slavin’ your ho while you savin’ her
Damn bro where your cape at, huh?
This gas so loud man I can’t hear nothin’
Spent six figures on guns
Damn near a million on drugs
Forgis sit up like some dubs
Foreign clothes I’m still a thug
I feel like three-six, where the bud at?
Tommy gun act like a Rugrat
Ice on my neck, your bitch love that
Smokin’ Backwoods ’til my lungs black
My chopper kickin’ like FIFA
I’m ballin, I need an arena, ayy
Come get your bitch off my penis
She suck me clean, algae eater
I got more stripes than a bengal
I got more stripes than a zebra
Somebody please call Adidas
And tell ’em to sponsor Glock Season

[Chorus]
I’m just a young rich nigga, shit all I do is trap
I’m Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back
Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack
All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack

[Outro]
The fuck?
Ayy, ayy
G-L-O-C-K