Deep in These Streets - Kodak Black

I ain’t gone sugarcoat nothing

I’ma tell you times when I was up

I’ma tell you times I was struggling

When I was starving for that cash

Say I was money hungry

Was on my ass down bad

I needed food in my stomach

When I be rapping they love it

But I’m out here snapping like, «Fuck it»

Keep my head on a swivel

And keep my mind on that money

I ain’t worried 'bout the fame

I fell in love with the game

She be giving me head

But I fell in love with her brain

I got love for my niggas

I know they love me the same

When I was going through my struggle

A couple of them changed

It’s okay, I’m straight

'Cause I can hold up my weight

I was locked up in my cell

Had everything on wait

I’m on 1800 block, nigga, shouts out

Once the road got bumpy, niggas went the other way

Everybody forsake me

Ain’t no need for debating

I was showing love to niggas when I knew they was hating

Is it true or you faking?

I was gone on vacation

Now I’m back off vacation

And I’m like fuck, nigga, pay me

Gotta think before you speak

'Cause you don’t know what you saying

Started off with a baby

Now I’m riding on Dayton’s

I can’t lose I’m just gaining

Once you sleeping I’m waking

You know I love .38s

But I still tote the .380

I’m a project baby

I’m tryna hit the suburbs

I’m tired of looking over my shoulder

Posted up on the curb

Posted up tryna serve

You wasn’t there, you just heard

I be going with the flow

I just look back and observe

Got a trick up my sleeve

I got a lick for them D’s

Got your bitch on her knees

She suck my dick with no teeth

I say Momma I can’t swim, but I’m knee deep in these streets

I’m like fuck the industry because I’m deep in these streets