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Maybe I’m done
Maybe it’s true
Maybe I had one chance
And I lost it with you
We fell so hard
With nothing to lose
I’ll never love again
I’ll never love you

‘Cause I gave
My heart
To a goddamn fool
I gave him everything
Now there’s nothing left for you
‘Cause I gave
My heart
To a goddamn fool
I lost everything
Now I have nothing left for you
I have nothing left for you

I can’t pretend
Pretend that I care
I see how you look at me
But I am not there
The damage is done
I’ll save you the time
And if there are feelings there
They are not mine

‘Cause I gave
My heart
To a goddamn fool
I gave him everything
Now there’s nothing left for you
‘Cause I gave
My heart
To a goddamn fool
I lost everything
And I have nothing left for you
Oh, I have nothing left for you
No

You won’t hear me say those words again
This is something that you cannot mend
Can you see I am a product of my own past
So I know this will never last
And I will cover your fears
I will not pick up your tears
I’ll live out the rest of my days alone

‘Cause I gave
My heart
To a goddamn fool
I gave him everything
Now there’s nothing left for you
‘Cause I gave
My heart
To a goddamn fool
I lost everything
And I have nothing left for you

[Intro]
Oh yeah

[Verse 1]
Baby, I know you gon’ blame me for every problem (na na no, yeah)
Know everybody got some skeletons in their closet (oh yeah, huh)
You’re always saying I don’t love you right? (I know you would, huh)
And now you looking for somebody that’s gon’ do you better
I know you fuck with bitches, hope they get you wetter
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I hope you niggas get some bitches in Jamaica
Me no gon’ deal with fuck freaky, just paper
I know you better, when we all alone
Fuck a text message or a letter, bitch, we grown
Bein’ sneaky and fuckin’ with a lame nigga
Live your life, bet you, you won’t be the same nigga

[Pre-Chorus]
They say haters be in they feelings
I’ve been a sucka for the love, gotta let it go
‘Cause I see that you love different
My homies always tryna tell me nigga, let her go

[Chorus]
But I love, I love her, I love her, I can’t let it go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I love, I love her, I can’t let it go (oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma do what I got to do, baby
But I love, I love, I love her, I can’t let her go

[Verse 2]
When I lick the pussy, don’t hear talkin’
I’m not gonna, I’m gon’ haffi find a way out
You want that boxer right now, get me vexed, turn the lights down
Don’t let these girls fuck your head up
I wanna lick it so you tell your bitches I did my thing
Even though you said you wouldn’t say nothin’
Tryna get your bitches away from me
Pour up a eight up, I just light some

[Pre-Chorus]
They say haters be in they feelings
I’ve been a sucka for the love, gotta let it go
‘Cause I see that you love different
My homies always tryna tell me nigga, let her go

[Chorus]
But I love, I love her, I love her, I can’t let it go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I love, I love her, I can’t let it go (oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma do what I got to do, baby
But I love, I love, I love her, I can’t let her go

[Intro: CyHi The Prynce]
Where all my real ones at?
Hey!

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
All the bustas stand on dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

[Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce]
Got two bitches bumping clits, that’s a cat fight
I’m riding ’round with the stick, that’s that act right
In here with all my jewels like I’m a Rabbi
Zone 6, East Atlanta, I’m from that side
Uh, I asked the plug for a kilo
He hit me with a brick like I’m Deebo
I charged the high for the zero
But we gon’ keep that on the D-low
Assault rifle with the peephole
It go A-B-A-B-B-B, Mortal Kombat cheat code
And I’m in here with my chico
Might get you whacked, you standing three closes
So

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
All the bustas stand on dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on that side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
All the haters hating, wait a minute, stand on dat side
I don’t need no allies, I don’t feel the need to fraternize
Yeezys in the field, Yeezys, Yeezys in the field now
Made it to the NBA, we in the NFL now
All the haters hating, wait a minute, stand on dat side
Moved into a neighborhood where I’m the only black guy
People claim they praying for you, really they be preying on you
All this sh*t is weighing on you, don’t look back, they gaining on you
“‘Ye, look down, they aiming for you, all this sh*t is draining on you
And the people claim to know you, put ’em on, get famous on you
Then they go and blame it on you, you just good, they can’t ignore you”
Don’t respect who came before ’em and made they lane so I
Pulled a Lambo out and then I went and got it baptized
Moved into a neighborhood where I’m the only black guy
Neighbors said they think I gave the neighborhood a black eye
They too worried ’bout what I’m doing so I gotta keep my grass high

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
(Dat right, dat right, dat right, dat right, dat right)
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckas stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

[Verse 3: CyHi The Prynce]
I’m so anti, I’m so, I’m so anti
Seen my buddy passout, I’m careful who I stand by
All you do is tell stories, you a campfire
You can barely hold your water, you a damn liar
Look at all the haters who came out to see him
I’m fresh to death, my closet is a mausoleum
They don’t like I’m always hopping out of BM’s
They don’t know how many times I coulda loss my freedom
Went from open mics to rocking coliseums
I just bought your bitch a flight with my per diem
But I would never invite that hoe to my museum
I’m gone by 12 o’clock PM, that just how I treat ’em
So tell them groupie bitches stand on that side
I call these niggas groupies too cause that what niggas act like
Stand on that side, I don’t need your advice
Spit my trap like moving weight, I’m a fat guy
Wait, I just wanna see my paper stack like that high
Wait, my girl waist a 28, I like ’em that size
Wait, and them cakes a 38, I like ’em that wide
They ask why I was late, I pointed down and told ’em, “That’s why”

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
All the lames stand on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side

Daddy drove the wheels off a flatbed Ford
Flies found the hole in the old screen door
Granny said the dress that my sister wore
To church wasn’t long enough

Momma poured grease in a Chrisco can
Put a hundred thousand miles on a Sears box fan
Uncle Joe put tobacco on my hand where
The yellow jacket’s torn me up
And I ain’t making this up

Oh, you think I’m talking crazy
In a different language you might not understand
Oh, that’s alright
That’s just the kind of life that made me who I am
Just taking my mind on a visit
Back in time ’cause I miss it
You wouldn’t know how to love it like I love it
Unless you lived it
And man, I lived it

Granddaddy smoked Salems with the windows up
Drove me around in the back of that truck
We drank from the hose and spit in the cup
We all survived somehow

Them old Duke boys, they’re flattening their heels
Hollywood was fake, wrestling was real
Wouldn’t dream of spending that two dollar bill
From pushing a lawnmower ‘round
I go back there right now

Oh, you think I’m talking crazy
In a different language you might not understand
Oh, that’s alright
That’s just the kind of life that made me who I am
Just taking my mind on a visit
Back in time ’cause I miss it
You wouldn’t know how to love it like I love it
Unless you lived it
And man, I lived it
Oh man, I lived it

Oh, you think I’m talking crazy
In a different language you might not understand
Oh, that’s alright
That’s just the kind of life that made me who I am
Just taking my mind on a visit
Back in time ’cause I miss it
You wouldn’t know how to love it like I love it
Unless you lived it
And man, I lived it
Oh man, I lived it


Kodak Black and Plies teams up for a surprised mixtape F.E.M.A: Finesse. Elevate. Motivate. Achieve and you can now listen to it.

The Florida emcees announced the project yesterday and debut it this morning on Live Mixtapes. The project comes with 10 tracks and no guest features and rightfully so because it didn’t need any guest verses to get it popping. Kodak Black and Plies previously worked together on the veteran Florida emcee’s smash hit “Real Hitta.” That song connected well with fans of both rappers and even the video received rave reviews. The track also served as a bit of a launching pad for the duo to work together on bigger projects like this new mixtape “F.E.M.A.: Finesse. Elevate. Motivate. Achieve.”

Kodak Black has been working hard since his release from prison late last year and this year he already dropped three projects including Painting Pictures and Project Baby 2 which arrived during the summer. He is also featured as a guest on several singles this year with other artists making this year perhaps the biggest of his career.

Kodak Black and Plies mixtape F.E.M.A Tracklist:

1. Plies—”F.E.M.A”
2. Kodak Black Feat. Plies—”Too Much Money”
3. Plies Feat. Kodak Black—”No English”
4. Plies Feat. Kodak Black—”Real Hitta”
5. Plies Feat. Kodak Black—”Still Got Luv Fa Ya”
6. Plies Feat. Kodak Black—”Potato”
7. Plies Feat. Kodak Black—”Headache”
8. Kodak Black Feat. Plies—”Nothin”
9. Kodak Black Feat. Plies—”Heart & Mind”
10. Kodak Black—”Cut Throat”