Keep that shit 1k with a nigga, man (hey, for real though)
It 1k
No sugarcoating, for real (aye, V, we gon′ flow on 'em)
But I gotta say it again, nigga (I′m finna see who really for me, man)
Too bad, gotta hear from me (these niggas ain't really real, man)
Who for me, though? For real (these niggas don't keep that shit 1k with any nigga at all)
You not allowed, for real, like rip it on time (only Kodak, aye, look), aye
I′m ′bout to see who really for a nigga
If I ain't have no money, would you still adore a nigga?
The way you bend on me, baby, the way you blow a nigga
These niggas dick ride me, don′t even know a nigga
Man, I'm ′bout to see who really meant for me
Sooner or later, God finna send hint to me
And why you questioning me? That's what my bitch do (for real though)
You niggas stay on my trail, look what this shit do
Damn, you and me niggas ain′t the same (nah)
I stay in my lane 'cause I'm just tryna stack my chain (I′m just tryna get that money)
But all you niggas lame, you niggas just wanna hang (just wanna hang)
I′m in it to win it, you niggas in it for the fame (you niggas in for the fame)
It ain't the niggas, it be the hoes who really game (the hoes who really game)
And hoe you just wanna fuck a nigga ′cause my name (you just wanna fuck me 'cause I′m Kodak), Kodak
And every time I talk my mouth blang, you know that (glime)
Nigga plottin' on you for your chain (tryna steal somethin′)
Next to me, thinkin' how you want my pinky ring
Do a nigga dirty, have a nigga like, damn (do me dirty)
Your family do you dirty too, man, it's a shame (your family do you dirty too)
Your hoe do you dirty, have a real nigga in pain (the hoes did you dirty too)
I′m ′bout to see who really for a nigga (who really for a nigga)
If I ain't have no money, would you still adore a nigga? (Would you?)
The way you bend on me, baby, the way you blow a nigga (the way you blow me, girl)
These niggas dick ride me, don′t even know a nigga (don't even know me)
Man, I′m 'bout to see who really meant for me (who really meant for me)
Sooner or later, God finna send hint to me (God finna send the boy sign)
And why you questioning me? That′s what my bitch do (like for real though)
You niggas stay on my trail (like for real though), look what this shit do
I'm stayin' humble, I ain′t tryna have no baby momma (nah)
I ain′t tryna do no more time, I'm tryna bubble (for real, I′m tryna stay drip)
And I'm so tired of momma cryin′ 'cause I′m in trouble ('cause of me)
I'm tryna get her eyes, I′m a young hustler (we ain′t gotta hide)
I lived my whole life tryna get from under (my whole life)
My homeboys snake now, he an anaconda
I can't fuck with you no more, bruh, I′m just bein' honest (I′m just bein' real)
I just got off probation, they mad I′m off it (now they mad)
Y'all be ready to hate, go get some damn money (what the hell)
I was money-hungry, so I went to Benihana's (yeah, for real)
They put it right on my plate (right in my plate), I told her no onions
Now I′m being honest, with the binna honest (I′m just bein' honest)
I be on a paper chase, I hit the store runnin′ (I hit the store runnin')
And I love to get the money, it′s gon' keep comin′ (I'm gonna keep comin')
I couldn′t never save it up, use to keep fumblin′ (I used to keep fumblin' my brother hoe)
I love my brother, without him I wouldn′t be nothing (I wouldn't be shit)
I′m 'bout to see who really for a nigga (who really for a nigga)
If I ain′t have no money, would you still adore a nigga? (Would you love me?)
The way you bend on me, baby, the way you blow a nigga (the way you blow a nigga)
These niggas dick ride me, don't even know a nigga (don't even know me)
Man, I′m ′bout to see who really meant for me (who really meant for me)
Sooner or later, God finna send hint to me (send a hint at me)
And why you questioning me? That's what my bitch do (that′s what my bitch do)
You niggas stay on my trail, look what this shit do
Look what this shit do
Man, look what this shit do
Look what that money shit do
Look what the fame do
Look what the game do
Huh, look what the change do
I ain't change, this shit changed you
Nigga, who are you?
Look what this shit do
Look what this shit do
Look at you
Look at you, and you
Look what this shit do
Look at you, look at him, look at her, look at them
But look at me
Look what this shit do
Writer(s): Producer, Bill Kapri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
