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[Intro]
Look what I get
Look what I get for bein’ loyal
Look what I get for bein’ real
Look what I get for bein’ true
Look what I get
This what I get for lovin’ you
This what I get for lovin’ you
Look what I get for bein’ loyal
Look what I get
Look what I get for bein’ real
This what I get for bein’ true
Look what I get for lovin’ you
Look what I get

[Verse]
You got my number, so don’t take it to the Internet
I’m a real nigga, so I don’t get into that
Kill Bill, I be flyin’ with the kill TEC
I don’t believe in karma, I ain’t get killed yet
But I don’t wanna die, I just wanna live
Real niggas don’t die, we get on the pill
[?] ’bout to come home on the pill
And he ’bout to offer fam another plea deal
I can’t even S.I.P., can’t smoke in peace
I can’t even R.I.P., can’t roll in peace
I don’t rest in peace, bitch, I roll in peace
I can’t even H.I.P., can’t hoe in peace
I’m cheatin’ on my bitch, but I can’t hoe in peace
I ain’t lukewarm, bitch, I’m cold as heat
Ayy, fuck with me, I’m fuckin’ loyal
Niggas kill you ’cause they love you, they want no remorse
How the fuck you put a baby on child support?
I’m married to the game, I don’t want no divorce
I set a standard, then I stand on it
This what I get for bein’ real, don’t it?
This what I get for bein’ real, do it?
And I ain’t got no heart, so I don’t feel Cupid
And I don’t show no love ’cause I don’t get in return
I don’t show no love ’cause I don’t get what I earn
I don’t show no love ’cause I don’t get what I deserve
Took my energy off the curb, put it on the verse
Now every time I say a word, cost a quarter million
I’m rockin’ pony hair boots, this is pony hair
I’m rockin’ pony hair boots, this is real fur
And I be lookin’ like a million every time I splurge
That’s just what I get for bein’ real to her
That what I get for bein’ real to you
I stepped up out the game, had to step in the booth
I stepped right on a nigga, now I step in the booth
And trust me, I ain’t ever need a vest for the booth
And I ain’t had no choice of what you left me to do
You made me heartless
You made me heartless
You made me
You made me heartless

[Outro]
Look what I get
Look what I get for bein’ loyal
Look what I get for bein’ real
Look what I get for bein’ true
Look what I get

[Verse 1]

Slowly but surely we’ve become undone
We’re watching each other like we’re facing a gun
Thought I needed you and you needed me
But it got too late
You’re saying that you’re sorry but it’s all a game

[Pre Chorus]
You build me up and break me down, you dig me into the ground and when I come back to town there’s no more loving around. It’s all these games you play, it’s all these games you play
You’re like a love arcade, you’re like a love arcade

[Hook]

I might be losing you, but I’m finding a way
I might be losing you, but I’m winning the game
Goodbye

[Chorus]

So long, so long, so long, baby goodbye
Im gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, baby goodbye
I tried to make it right but baby goodbye
So long, so long, so long, baby goodbye

[Verse 2]

You build me up. You break me down
It’s like I’m trapped in a maze there’s no way out
But it’s all for your entertainment, my heart in the basement
And everything’s changing, see look who you’re blaming
See things were amazing. No, I wouldn’t change it
For your information, my heart stopped racing but I’ve gotta keep moving, I can’t keep losing
No I don’t understand what’s the point you’re proving

[Pre Chorus]

You build me up and break me down, you dig me into the ground and when I come back to town there’s no more loving around. It’s all these games you play, it’s all these games you play
You’re like a love arcade, you’re like a love arcade

[Hook]

I might be losing you, but I’m finding a way
I might be losing you, but I’m winning the game
Goodbye

[Chorus]

So long, so long, so long, baby goodbye
Im gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, baby goodbye
I tried to make it right but baby goodbye
So long, so long, so long, baby goodbye

I needed you and you needed me but it got too late
You’re saying that you’re sorry but it’s all a game

You build me up and break me down and there’s no loving around [x2]

[Chorus]

So long, so long, so long, baby goodbye
I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, baby goodbye
I tried to make it right but baby goodbye
So long, so long, so long, baby goodbye
(So baby goodbye x3)

[Intro]
I guess you and I different than them after all
Booted up, Molly [?], no Adderall
I got tired of eatin’ PB&J, noodle casserole
All my niggas behind the wall
All my niggas, they in the pen
Or they in the grave
Flyin’ in the [?], nigga, fuck a Wraith

[Chorus]
This what it sound like
Look what it sound like when a vulture cry
Look what it sound like when a vulture cry
Booted up, I’m high, booted up out my mind
I’m booted up out my mind
This what it sound like when a vulture cry
This what it sound like when a vulture cry
This what it sound like when a child cry
I be tryin’ to cry
When my niggas died, I was tryin’ to cry
When my niggas died, I couldn’t even watch you cry

[Verse]
Jumped up out the womb like my daddy the devil
My son jumped up out the womb like his daddy the devil
Life’s been better
I thank the Lord life’s been better
Ever since I dropped up outta school, nigga, life’s been better
Since I ran out with the tool just to get me some cheddar
Had to jump out on a fool, whacked him, teach him a lesson
Lil’ nigga, I ain’t explainin’ to you, so I don’t need you to spell it
I had jumped up off the porch headfirst, I was ready
But the feds take a nigga ass away from his family
To hear my nigga tell it, man, that shit damn embarrassing
Go back to hittin’ licks, got me thuggin’ in Maryland
Smokin’ gas, got my tank on 93 supreme
Smokin’ gas, drinkin’ oil, no kerosene
Had to fill all my guns up with blackheads
Fill my guns up with diamonds, so I run the biz
Fill my guns up with diamonds, look like catchin’ bodies
All this money got me lookin’ like Illuminati
He done caught his first body, swear he did enough
You can’t tell him nothin’, feel like he a real dog
Even in the rap shit, I get real love
But how you knowin’ real love when you ain’t got a feeling?
What you know about trust when you not feeling?
I came up, now they pay a nigga top penny
Birdman tryna give the kid a couple million
Before Atlanta Records signed me, I was gettin’ chicken
I was scammin’, I was plannin’ on the same dream
I got tired of baloney sandwich, no canteen
Got tired of PB&J, noodle casserole
I drink the coffee with the Molly, no Adderall
I guess someone not different than him after all
Stayin’ focused, [?], I be spazzin’ now
Why you think they call him Kodak Black? I be blackin’ out
These niggas want me in the books like I’m Pacquiao
Losin’ all my niggas, started drinkin’ alcohol
I jumped out the womb like my daddy the devil
I walked up in the building [?], yeah
I walked up in the building [?], yeah
I got a couple million, also tote a Beretta
I dropped out of school just to get me some cheddar

[Chorus]
This what it sound like
Look what it sound like when a vulture cry
Look what it sound like when a vulture cry
Booted up, I’m high, booted up out my mind
I’m booted up out my mind
This what it sound like when a vulture cry
This what it sound like when a vulture cry
This what it sound like when a child cry
I be tryin’ to cry
When my niggas died, I was tryin’ to cry
When my niggas died, I couldn’t even watch you cry

[Intro]
Yeah I said so, so who drove him?
That shit crazy, man
Who drove him to the hospital?
Cause I’m in here trying to make a love song and shit
Like I get this bad news

[Verse]
I just got the call before I heard the beat
They just shot my dog like why it had to be
But it ain’t getting to me, cause nothing can’t get to me
Cause that’s what the streets [?], the world gon’ keep going
I’m really disappointed but a nigga gone keep focused
It’s like he already told me, it’s like he had a warning
But it come anyway, even if that heater on him
Ain’t gotta creep up on him cause I gotta feed the soldiers
I don’t know when I’m finna reap what I sow
So baby show me all your love before I go
This wasn’t ‘posed to be no thug song bae
This was ‘posed to be our love song bae
Got me thinking bout getting my gun and going bae
Got me thinking about putting my gloves on [?]
I be getting in that pussy without no glove on, wait
I’m raw dogging now I will never go stray
I got a lot to say but I don’t know where to start
I might break off from a nigga but I won’t break your heart
At least not on purpose, now you can’t even hurt me
I done took so much pain, now I just endure it
I don’t even need a perky, this shit isn’t gone even be working
Two extendos let one go pop in another 30
I done fucked up and got into deep thuggin
You the one, the one that made me feel something
My intention was to get in the booth and start singing
But once I walked inside the booth my phone started ringing
Ain’t answer cause I’m trying to vibe and talk to my lady
Lemme put you on hold real quick, man you niggas talking crazy
Like why you calling me? I’m trying to do RnB
But now I gotta mix it up, I’m holding two conversations
Don’t you know this album’s ‘posed to be for all the cuties
Now you calling me, got me in here talking ’bout a shooting
Fuck it leave him clueless, I don’t like to express myself
Fuck it he ain’t do it and I know that very well
Yeah, once I got a call I got the beat too
I couldn’t finish the song and I couldn’t go to sleep too
Went home my brother told me something else, they creep too
That shit deep too, threw me for a loop
I done got exposed to the life way too young
I ain’t paralyzed but the street done turned me numb
Like nothing gon’ even move me, but baby you make me run
I’m talking murder music, and make you fall in love
I’m heartless but I save you a piece
Hold up bae don’t hang up got somebody calling me

[Intro]
Ayy, Ben, I always call you when I need a hit, man
I call you when I need to roll one
I call you when I need to roll one
You call me when you need to hold something

[Verse 1]
You only call me when you need a loan
And I’m only talkin’ murder on my other phone
She be right here like she posted
And I’m havin’ ruffles on my shoulder
You know I love to shine, so my gun plated gold
[?] high, got me on my tippy toes
I’m already zombie, I ain’t gotta sell my soul, baby
Own a mansion, now my last home done got old
I be totin’ pole, I’m pourin’ a four, I’m rollin’ mold
Flyin’ [?], nigga be flyin’ cold
And I’m takin’ money with the dope now
I promise I’m a junkie on the dope now
Takin’ Molly got me takin’ souls
Takin’ Molly fucked me up, I know
I know I’m a zombie on Earth, I’m a [?]
And I’m bringin’ hell on Earth for these hoes
Put my heaven on Earth for my whole baby
I love my old girl, I love my old lady
Lookin’ in my rear view, I ain’t paranoid, I’m on point
In the club, twenty on my legs, but I’m [?]
She said, “Kodak, is you flyer than my nigga?” uh huh
Police asked if I know what happened to that nigga, uh uh
They like, “Really, it ain’t none of your goddamn business?” noneya
You niggas got the same drip, I’m drippin’ custom
Kill a nigga broad daylight just for custom
Kill a nigga right in public ’bout my brothers
I don’t play no games, you could miss me with the fun
‘Cause I got a AR-15 in the trunk
Lil’ nigga, but I beat it like I’m puntin’
I parked the Wraith, then I pulled up in a [?]
Sniper Gang Taliban, I’m a dog, yeah
Remember hittin’ stores, hidin’ in a [?], yeah
Jump out with my orange ski mask like I’m pumpkin
I run out on you faggot ass niggas, y’all be punkin’
Even though I’m little, I be makin’ big boy moves
They know that I’m little, so I got a lot to prove
I done transformed from that nigga to that [?]
Talkin’ ’bout that I’m gon’ need you on the [?]

[Verse 2]
[?]
Talkin’ ’bout that I’m ‘gon need you on a T-shirt
That money talk, you niggas teeth hurt
I’m gon’ need you on a T-shirt, yeah
Molly pink on it, yuh
My momma call Bill, I kill to pay the bills, I swear
My momma named me Jason, see me in your sleep, nightmare
My family called me God’s son, ’cause I’m gon’ need bloodshed
Yuh, I’m gon’ need your whole head
’90s baby, I ain’t got no respect for the old heads
Sniper Gang, most of my niggas done gone fed
I ain’t Tweetin’, pussy nigga, I know you scared
Catch me slidin’ in the decoy, fuck a Maybach
She said, “Do you fuck with d-boy?” that was way back
I split yo’ ass, I put your top right where your tape at
I’m ’bout that gun play, got a AK in the Maybach
I lost my homie to a gunman
I lost my other homie ’cause I found money
I’m SG, 13 is done with
I’m jumpin’ out the [?], I got done with it