Conscience

Kodak Black

Kodak Black:]
Yeah, Project Baby
These streets took my conscience
Sniper Gang
These streets took my conscience

Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang
I don't gang-bang but I bang bang
I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains
Took that b*tch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main

[Future:]
Brown liquor made my dawg insane
Booted up a geek, it's the same thang
Fish scale or molly, it's the same name
Murder by the stains, we stain your claim
The big patek face cost ten chains
Took your b*tch out to eat on a private plane
Real talk, 150 when its plain jane
Drop the junk behind the dumpster for some c*caine

[Kodak Black:]
Eyy, free my n*gga coo, he in the chain gang
Chris Johnson [?] to twenty-eight
I told my n*gga be fool, he put a potato on a barrel
I kick her dumbass out my crib, say she want Chanel
I bought that b*tch a wig, she ain't got no hair
I sent that poor ass hoe a Uber, she ain't got no whip
Thirty golds in my mouth like I'm Stephen Curry
Thirty clip in my Glock 'cus I'm a damn worry

[Future:]
Streets left me scarred, ain't no worries
Rack my money up in a hurry
Thirteen strippers, James Harden
Money make you greedy when you starving
Monica, Tamisha, they vouching
Before I had anything, I was saucing
Before I had that Bentley truck, I was saucing
All these hitters, yeah, I pray you never cross them

[Kodak Black:]
She say she brand new, I swear I want the old her
Eighteen hunded, I got more stories than a author
I'm credit card swiping at the Chase Bank (ey)
Me and Future gang gang, same thang
I check your temperature, n*gga is you hot or cold?
Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road
I remember he and hers n*gga, care for gold
These streets made me lose my conscience, took a n*gga sole

[Future:]
These streets took all my soul from me
Tried to leave me in the cold
These streets took my conscience fro me
Now tough love is all I show
I know my n*ggas got love for me
And they filling up they nose
I know my levi got love for me
She just want everybody to know

[Kodak Black:]
I know my n*ggas, they be missing me
So I be posted on the straw
I don't even care about how much cash I see
I'm always gon' be in the know
I ran out of money, then they switch lanes
I ran it back up, then I switch lanes
In a brand new range, diamond coloured candy cane
I bought a brand new K, I can't wait to let it spray
I'm sorry mom to bring you through so much pain
I said I'm sorry mom I ain't mean for it to be this way
Aye f*ck it, b*tch I'm here, I got diamond rings
All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid

These streets took my conscience
All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid
These streets took my conscience
All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid
All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid
All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid