Songtext Real nigga files Kodak Black

Real nigga files

[Intro]

*Police sirens*

Real nigga files (hell yeah)

Project files (yes sir)

(everything 1k dawg)

Yeah (institution, for real man)

(you gotta stand firm, dawg, you gotta stay solid)

Project baby two, comin' out soon (for real)

(look, Kodak, Kodak)

Aye man, nigga got this lil burden off my back, dawg (for real)

Time to celebrate (weight off a niggas shoulders)

(got my feet back on the ground a lil bit)

[Verse]

Look, I've been in this shit for a lil minute, I'm gettin' lonely now

Constant conversations with my lady, she gon' hold it down

My nigga, he just got out of the gram, he got locked up again

I be feelin' like it's my fault that he right back in

He just wanted a lil money, and I knew a way how

I told him to pack his bags, we goin' out of town

And shit, I knew the best option for us to stay down

But fuck all that, we young niggas, we need it right now, man

Shit get crazy, when you in these types of places

Shit don't even feel the same no more, everybody changin'

It's amazin', when you make it, made it out your situation

And surprise everybody, you should see these niggas faces

I done took a lot of losses

I done caught a lot of cases

Had to cut my nigga off, man I just couldn't shake it

Used to treat him like a brother, but that nigga so shady

I hate it, but this the life of a project baby

I'm here, and I'm plannin' on blowin' this year

Disappear, into spirit, wrist shine like chandelier

They tellin' lies like Pinocchio, they don't even know me though

But they wanna ride for me, they ain't even rode before

Rollin' like a roller-coast, backwood, I'm rollin' dope

Told my future bright, yesterday I read my horoscope

I remember, I was in a jam, they said "it's over for"

Young nigga, addicted to them bands, I'm bout to overdose

Institution, this that project music

Paper chase, on the interstate, stick and movin'

Throwin' rocks at the chain gang

Out here tryna slang Caine

Asked God to forgive a nigga, but I just do the same thing

Cause I'm still on the same shit

And I'm still with the same clique

My girl is still around with me

I'm still with the same bitch

I'm still on the same strip

I'm still on the same corner

Now a young nigga smokin' crip

Remember I used to slang zona

I get in the booth and spit that fire, I put that flame on you

Rollin' off a monkey girl, come let me put this thing on you

Your niggas ain't your niggas, catch a charge and they gon' sing on you

They gon' turn the state on you

Switch, and put the blame on you

Now you want this head, don't you?

Now you wan't em dead, don't you?

I will pop a chance on em

Could of went fed on em

Back on my feet, my muscle up, it's time to flex on em

If a nigga slippin' with that pack, I go finesse, homie

(finesse homie, finesse homie)

*Police sirens*