[Kodak Black (Man´s Voice)]
Project baby, I might need some fuckin´ similac
(Due to some violent content, parental discretion is advised)

I´m in too deep, your boy deeper than a rap
Imma just let my soul bleed on the track
Check your resume, and you ain´t livin´ like that
You the main reason why your dog got wacked
I´m only for the cheese, you a freeze, you a rat
You the main reason why your dog got trapped
Before I ever chase her, I´d rather chase the yacht
Street nigga after paper, I ain´t playin´, Imma snap
Livin´ in denial, juvenile back to back
Hit your house, throw all the gold in a pillow sack
Nigga take your chances, whole lives, shootin´ craps
We just hit a lick for ten bands, it´s a wrap
I´m a section 8, taliban with the strap
Molly Santan, beach sand in my cap

Yeah I could pass the weed, but I ain´t pass the FCAT
And probably playin´ sleep, cuz I ain´t tryna text back
They found the contraband in my mat
I had to sneak a pen in my cell to write a rap
I´m extortin´ niggas, want dinner and snack
Told em´ Imma split em´ if I see em´ eat that
I´m vibin´ in the booth, I just kick my feet back
She ride me in the coupe, had to push my seat back
I watched my dog shape back, just to relapse
I´m blowin´ on OG, you smokin´ green crack
I just got a slow leak in my tree wrap
That head got me lockin´ up, call her beeswax
Better keep your Smith and Wesson, you might need that
357, E told me "keep that"

Keep your boy well protected like a knee cap
Knock, knock, bang, bang, where the cheese at?
Glock pop, bang, bang, where your keys at?
Don´t you say a damn thing, and I mean that
Ran ´cross the power after Cool got snatched
I was on the I, when the coupe caught a flat
That´s the same night when SuWu shot Black
I wasn´t even there to tell you if we shot back
*Gun Shot*