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

These streets took my conscience

[Kodak Black]
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 bitch 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, which gang you claim?
The big Patek face cost ten chains
Took your bitch out to eat on a private plane
Real talk, 150 when it´s plain Jane
Fucked that slut behind the dumpster for some cocaine

[Kodak Black]
Ayy, free my nigga coo, he in the chain gang
Chris Johnson, I swear for God I drop the twenty-eight
I told my nigga be fool, he put a potato on a barrel
I kick lil´ dumbass out my crib, say she want Chanel
I bought that bitch a wig ´cause she ain´t got no hair
I sent that poor ass hoe a Uber ´cause she ain´t got no whip
Thirty golds in my mouth like I´m Stephen Curry
Thirty clip in my Glock ´cause I´m a damn Warrior

[Future]
Streets left me scarred, ain´t no worries

Run my money up in a hurry
Thirteen strippers, James Harden
Money make you greedy when you starving
Monisha, Tamica, 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 swipin´ at the Chase Bank (ey)
Me and Future gang gang, same thang
I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or cold?
Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road
I remember hittin´ houses, nigga, cash 4 gold

These streets made me lose my conscience, took a nigga soul

[Future]
These streets took all my soul from me
Tried to leave me in the cold
These streets took my conscience from me
Now tough love is all I show
I know my niggas 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 niggas, they be missin´ 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 ´No

I ran out of money, then they switch lanes
I ran it back up, then I switch lanes
In a brand new Range, diamond colored candy cane
I bought a brand new K, I can´t wait to let it spray
I´m sorry mom ain´t mean to bring you through so much pain
I said I´m sorry mom, I ain´t mean for it to be this way
Ayy but fuck it, bitch, I´m here, I got diamond rings
All the finer things, designer jeans, I´m gettin´ paid

[Kodak Black]
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