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[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
If you rolling around Los Angeles right now
This one right here is for you (keep it true)
And they say, and they say, and they say, and they say, now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Sunsets Los Angeles undressed like
The sky put on a skirt to hurt the slum sets
Then hit Hollywood boulevard like spars
Light taps that fight back, high heels covered in stars
Lounge gowns standing downtown up in W. Dubois’
Rolls Royce, Choice, the Hoist, and other comfortable cars
Shooting club doormans, speaking love of the warfare
What we’re doing is ordering Ubers to Soho JoJo, everything is bizarre
Malibu and [?} sitting lonely in the Rolex when these Denny’s mirage
In-N-Out bagels, Katsu your crab rolls, Easter laid food trucks, bossa nova mastros
Half-glued eyes on the night time wide search
Chanel purse gone down on the I-5 side
More holla hill shops, house party chill spots
Valley versus ills in the south central will shops
Saudi’s versus Persians, Hasidic temples [?]
Santa Monica helicopters and Compton KJazz

KJazz
[Outro: Lupe Fiasco]

If you see nighttime out there, tell her I said hello
Kjazz

[Intro]
I hit rock bottom
Thought I was never gon’ come up bih
For real though, thank you Lord

[Verse]
Thank you lord I’m here, I never imagined this
It’s Lil’ Kodak Black, bitch come capture this
I ain’t puttin’ up with that, no I ain’t havin’ it
Been showin’ too much love, no more after this
They told me I’m a star, actin’ like I’m average
‘Cause I be rappin’ but I don’t be on that rappin’ shit
I still be in the hood, tote my strap and shit
Stop that flaggin’, that’s how shit be happenin’
Last time I let you slide, I’ma whoop yo’ ass for this
Save the choke sandwich in my mattress
Aye, where them yellow bones?
I don’t want no black bitch
I’m already black, I don’t need no black bitch
Put yo’ hands up if you a bad bitch
Bae let’s go and blow a check at Saks Fifth
I said "I love you", I was just on that yak bitch
Girl you know I’m bein’ sarcastic
I bag her then I’m gone with daddy shit
Girl don’t call my phone with that and shit
Fuck it, I don’t owe a nigga shit
I been out here thuggin’ since a jit
Remember we was strugglin’ in the bricks
Nigga had to go and hit a lick
I was throwin’ rocks in the ditch
Now I’m throwin’ rocks at the chaingang
I just wanna gain and maintain
Ain’t nothin’ change, it’s still the same damn thing
New year but ain’t a damn thing changed
Still in traffic, road runnin’, switchin’ lanes
State to state, I’m breakin’ the bank
Went to BA then I went to Chase
Only hang around with niggas who gon’ crank
Only hang around with niggas who don’t think
Niggas out here takin’ chances everyday
Niggas out here wildin’ but they people straight
Can’t say no to drugs, I be smokin’ dank
Don’t let Kodak in here he gon’ stink up the place
I’m so God damn high, I can’t feel my face
I’m so God damn high, I just might stick up the place
First I start my day off with a wake and bake
I ain’t workin’ out but I be shakin’ weight
Now my lawyer hollerin’ "Pay me"
‘Cause I got court December 7th
Just in case them crackers slay me
Girl I’ma come and get you pregnant
Just tell my baby boy his dad a legend
Just don’t let him be like me, ’cause I don’t learn my lesson
I was already a felon once they let me out my mama belly
Got a telly in my cell, I’m smokin’ reggie with my celly
Yeah I’m young and reckless
I just stole a Lexus just to flex it
Hit the scene, still in full on Ree’s and I ain’t even sell it
I’m a street nigga after paper
I be snappin’, I be scammin’
They used to call me Lil’ Duffle cause I’m a young hustler
Nigga I bring that check in
Uh uh
I’m a lil’ motherfucker, I’m fuckin’ on ya mammy
Slidin’ in a Infinity
Down here, we call that bih a FinFin
Yeah, man they leaked my goddamn song and I wasn’t even finished
Young nigga, I’m dufflin’, yeah, I’m gettin’ to them Benji’s
Mind yo motherfuckin’ business
Windows tinted, I think this my car
I think this shit rented
Windows tinted, I think this a new one
I think this a rental
Everything orange, I’m smokin’ cantaloupe

[Outro]
Thank ya Lord
I swear I ain’t never expected this before
I ain’t shit, so why you sendin’ me all these blessings?
Roadrunnin’, tunnel vision, I been speedin’ with no limit for it
But I ain’t never thought that it could get this far
First they wanted me to win, I had all the support
But once I won, they don’t love me no more
‘Cause they wanted me to win, but they ain’t want for me to get this far
They say "No, no I ain’t mean for you to get that far"
Drop a nigga girlfriend off to school in a Jaguar
Drop a nigga bitch to work in a Jaguar

[Pre-Hook]
You ain’t the one for me
You ain’t got shit I need
You want me to take my time with ya, maybe I’m not ya speed
Maybe I’m out ya league
You ain’t even got no cheese
Maybe I’m just to G for ya, maybe I’m just too street

[Hook]
I can’t even roll in peace, everybody notice me
I can’t even go to sleep, I’m rollin’ on a bean
They tried to give me eight, got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus, why he got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave
But you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind could see, that you ain’t gon’ ride for me
You ain’t even showin’ me the love you say you got for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You say that you was gon’ ride for me

[Verse 1]
Aye, I’ma just switch my flow up
Baby I’m sick, no throw up
Baby I’m sick, no checkup
Nigga you need to run you a check up
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, no ketchup
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, can’t catch up
Even when I’m fuckin’, I’m masked up
Hit her face down with her ass up
Hit her with no rubber but I’m masked up (aye)
Everywhere I go, I’m masked up
Lil’ Kodak Black, that’s a, lil’ dirty bastard
In a black Jaguar
Pull up in a white Jaguar
Remember pull up in a champagne Jaguar
Pull up in the same Jaguar
Rough ridin’, that’s my lifestyle, like fuck a Magnum
Cool my kin, when I was a lil’ kid, Tracy used to sell magnums

[Pre-Hook]
You ain’t the one for me
You ain’t got shit I need
Want me to take my time with ya, maybe I’m not ya speed
Maybe I’m out ya league
You ain’t even got no cheese
Maybe I’m just to G for ya, maybe I’m just too street

[Hook]
I can’t even roll in peace, everybody notice me
I can’t even go to sleep, I’m rollin’ on a bean
They tried to give me eight, got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus, why he got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave
But you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind could see, that you ain’t gon’ ride for me
You ain’t showin’ me the love you say you got for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You say that you was gon’ ride for me

[Verse 2]
I ain’t never understand
You was lookin’ like I ain’t need ya
Girl you just like the streets, ’cause both of y’all bittersweet
Don’t need no referee
Been thuggin’ since little league
And they don’t wanna hear me preach
They don’t wanna hear me preach
You a walkin’ duck out in these streets
I found myself right in these streets
I lost myself and found myself right in these streets
I was by myself, I was by myself right in these streets
By myself lil’ nigga, I keep that shit discreet
I don’t give a fuck because I’m bleedin’ concrete (aye)
You niggas bleedin’ Kool-Aid, you niggas sweet (aye)
You niggas bleed Kool-Aid

[Pre-Hook]
You ain’t the one for me
You ain’t got shit I need
You want me to take my time with ya, maybe I’m not ya speed
Maybe I’m out ya league
You ain’t even got no cheese
Maybe I’m just to G for ya, maybe I’m just too street

[Hook]
I can’t even roll in peace, everybody notice me
I can’t even go to sleep, I’m rollin’ on a bean
They tried to give me eight, got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus, why he got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave
But you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind could see, that you ain’t gon’ ride for me
You ain’t even showin’ me the love you say you got for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You say that you was gon’ ride for me

[Pre-Hook]
You ain’t the one for me
You ain’t got shit I need
You want me to take my time with ya, maybe I’m not ya speed
Maybe I’m out ya league
You ain’t even got no cheese
Maybe I’m just to G for ya, maybe I’m just too street

[Hook]
I can’t even roll in peace, everybody notice me
I can’t even go to sleep, I’m rollin’ on a bean
They tried to give me eight, got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus, why he got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave
But you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind could see, that you ain’t gon’ ride for me
You ain’t even showin’ me the love you say you got for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You say that you was gon’ ride for me

[Verse 1]
Aye, I’ma just switch my flow up
Baby I’m sick, no throw up
Baby I’m sick, no checkup
Nigga you need to run you a check up
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, no ketchup
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, can’t catch up
Even when I’m fuckin’, I’m masked up
Hit her face down with her ass up
Hit her with no rubber but I’m masked up (aye)
Everywhere I go, I’m masked up
Lil’ Kodak Black, that’s a, lil’ dirty bastard
In a black Jaguar
Pull up in a white Jaguar
Remember pull up in a champagne Jaguar
Pull up in the same Jaguar
Rough ridin’, that’s my lifestyle, like fuck a Magnum
Cool my kin, when I was a lil’ kid, Tracy used to sell magnums

[Pre-Hook]
You ain’t the one for me
You ain’t got shit I need
Want me to take my time with ya, maybe I’m not ya speed
Maybe I’m out ya league
You ain’t even got no cheese
Maybe I’m just to G for ya, maybe I’m just too street

[Hook]
I can’t even roll in peace, everybody notice me
I can’t even go to sleep, I’m rollin’ on a bean
They tried to give me eight, got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus, why he got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave
But you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind could see, that you ain’t gon’ ride for me
You ain’t showin’ me the love you say you got for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You say that you was gon’ ride for me

[Verse 2]
I ain’t never understand
You was lookin’ like I ain’t need ya
Girl you just like the streets, ’cause both of y’all bittersweet
Don’t need no referee
Been thuggin’ since little league
And they don’t wanna hear me preach
They don’t wanna hear me preach
You a walkin’ duck out in these streets
I found myself right in these streets
I lost myself and found myself right in these streets
I was by myself, I was by myself right in these streets
By myself lil’ nigga, I keep that shit discreet
I don’t give a fuck because I’m bleedin’ concrete (aye)
You niggas bleedin’ Kool-Aid, you niggas sweet (aye)
You niggas bleed Kool-Aid

[Pre-Hook]
You ain’t the one for me
You ain’t got shit I need
You want me to take my time with ya, maybe I’m not ya speed
Maybe I’m out ya league
You ain’t even got no cheese
Maybe I’m just to G for ya, maybe I’m just too street

[Hook]
I can’t even roll in peace, everybody notice me
I can’t even go to sleep, I’m rollin’ on a bean
They tried to give me eight, got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus, why he got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave
But you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind could see, that you ain’t gon’ ride for me
You ain’t even showin’ me the love you say you got for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You say that you was gon’ ride for me

[Verse 1]
I need to vibe ’cause I’m [?] right now
So I’m firin’ up the crypt right now
Cause I’m higher than a bih right now
I’ll turn this whole shit upside down

Stop lyin’ on ya dick
If you hit her, then you hit
Stop lyin’ on a bih
Everybody know ya snitched
Stop ridin’ on my dick, why you worried ’bout me?
Pop one, pop two, pop three
Fuck the law, I ain’t worried ’bout a plea
Fuck the alphabet, boy I just copped a QP
See me when ya see me, it’s Lil’ K to the B
On my Kyocera, my lick just called me for them D’s
I’m on E, pockets full, I’m on E
Ski with the Ree’s, I could pull a couple G
Ten toes down, I can put you on yo’ feet
Don’t slow me down, roadrunnin’ full speed
So high, I never felt like this
I’m so high, I’m ’bout to beat my bitch
I’m so high, it got my teeth grindin’
But fuck it, I’m just gon’ keep slidin’, ’cause the beat ridin’
I used to swim in the money, now I’m deep divin’
I swear I’m higher than a bih, it got me freestylin’
She say "Boy I never felt like this"
I told her "Shut up and eat my dick"
Aye pass the joint, you know sharin’ is carin’
I’m so high, I’m just sittin’ here starin’
(Kodak what you lookin’ at? You zoned out)
‘Bout that money, I’ll shoot out to Maryland
All these books, you’d think I’m a librarian
I bumped into a powerhouse, [?]
You keep grindin’, you can get a McLaren

[Interlude]