(Kodak Black & Sampha)
I learned in trapping, in the business
Smart people making horrible decisions, you know?
Rich nigga, getting my dick sucked after the show
I ain't gone lie, we were poor
A bunch of lost souls in survival mode
It wasn't no way for us unless we found our own
Running in stores, kicking in doors, nigga, give me my glory
Nigga play with me, he ain't gone live to tell the story
You know, this the type of shit we glorify, everybody gang-gang
Most of the people that you grew up with are now in the chain gang
In the box, getting pink
Niggas shitting where you sleep
Niggas shitting where you eat
Who'da ever knew that I'd become a fucking Kodak? Yeah
Rap money good, but I'm still pumping gas through the hood
Dropping off plates to the fam' like Thanksgiving
Got the baby snipers standing on that murk business, yeah, sliding for Yak
They ready for whatever
I always knew that everything would get better
And it sho' got greater later
All the game came from the elders like hand-me-downs
Me and my brothers wearing hand-me-downs
Now I'm giving game back to the old heads
And the respect come first, yeah, you know?
Can't be better than the OGs, you gotta get it somewhere
Gotta come from somethin', God don't come from nothing
We ain't seen this coming, nigga, it's more than a blessing
What you doing with Kendrick? (Ooh, ooh)
What you doing with a legend? (Ooh, ooh)
So what they call you? (Ooh, ooh)
When it's all said and done, we ain't leaving empty-handed (Ooh, ooh)
That's on gang (Ooh, ooh)
That's on Ma' Dukes (Ooh, ooh)
Poorer than that bitch but she fall through (Ooh, ooh)
Makin' ends meet (Ooh, ooh), daddy deadbeat (Ooh, ooh)
Had to steal for a meal or you can't eat, you know? (Ooh, ooh)
Poverty (Ooh, ooh)
Red Cross, food banks, W.I.C. (Ooh, ooh)
Now look at this shit, we own property