[Hook: Kodak Black] KODAK! BLACK! HOLLY! HOOD! [Verse 1: N Colt] Blood And Magic Dripping From Me True Thugs And Addicts I Grip An Entry Enter This Game With Tricks And Envy I Forget Game To Remain An MC Rooms In This Mind That's Still Empty Only Fufilled Through Prophecy You Stoppin Me, You See I'm Tryna Catch This Plane You Must Be Slow n***a, Catch Your Brain It's Fresh, But It Is Some Stress And Pain Got Hoes? Ho n***a Respect The Game I Talked To Cab Drivers About The Fast Line And Islam, Masters And Chakras And Beyond Think About The Hustle And Somehow I See By But What Led It To The Concrete, PS We Strong You Was At Your Hardest When You Didn't Even Try Live Like A Puta, To Puta You Gonna Die [Hook: Kodak Black] [Verse 2: N Colt] Out Of Body Hard To Explain Like The Pyramids And Dios I Remain I Know Pain, Like Kurt Cobain Or A.I. Playin Hurt The Whole Game Dig It To The Earth's Brain For Worst Gain Focused Like Young Blood On His First Chain I Used To Write Mierda To Please n***as Now I Write Mierda To Freeze n***as Whether Iced Out, Or American Pie Sliced Out I Sit In The Room With The Lights Out Whether Diced Out, Or With Their Hair Spliced Out I Sit Alone In The Room With The Lights Out Screamin [Hook: Kodak Black]