Like over night, I changed my whole mentality
I kept going back to jail, them people laughed at me
Separating entertainment from reality
She forgave me, I ain’t even answer for that
I’m looking in the mirror like, “Boy, you Kodak”
How the hell I turned into a fucking Kodak?
I remember feeling like these rappers passing me
They say I need to start acting like I’m Kodak
I wish that I could fly to get away
I hate I chose this life, but it’s too late
Sometimes I wanna cry to clean my soul
I pray that I’m forgave for everything
Can you see the best of me now I’m no longer twenty?
I was going through my struggle, dawg, everybody venting
I was tryna send a whole zip Z street in the range
I done turn into a Kodak, I was just in the trenches
And I thought I was never going to leave
Now I think I growed up in my sleeve
Really, I think the feds got me in the field
I’m not in the jets, I’m on the Lyft
I just run up a check like, “Lil’ one, chill”
All that extra shit gon’ get you killed
I need me some rest so I can heal
They don’t do that stepping shit for real
I’m on the Salt Lake City in Utah over here, I don’t gotta worry about shootsout
I’m a big stepper, I’m keeping my show tied, I was just fucking a bitch on a rooftop
300 a show, get more in Dubai, tell me it’s smoke, I’m gonna gook out
Ooh, you the finest, bae, you too fly, keep my mind on baby like woosa
Birthday June, wanna sleep in July, wake me up after September
I like me over any nigga, fuck a steppa, nigga, send ’em
