[Intro: Kodak Black]
Yeah
This my sh** right here
This my kinda sh** right here
Y’all know me, the son
[Hook: Kodak Black]
Can I ball? Can I chill?
Can I stunt?
Would I live long enough to raise my son?
Made something out of nothin’
And nothin’ what I’m from
Can your boy do something productive for once?
And once a n***a make it, they gon’ wanna take it
Money don’t change ya, but it do drive ya crazy
Lil n***a out the projects, they rootin’ for the baby
Even when you showin’ love, they still gon’ wanna hate ya
[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
If I tell you how I feel, can I f**?
I gotta see if the p**y good before I cuff
I’m really in the field so I need someone to hug
I’m out here like for real so I be needin’ a little love
All you gotta do is grind
It’s gon’ take time
Ain’t no time to chill
Ain’t no time to vibe
All my people wanted me to sit my a** down
But I been on go since I got off my behind
Everybody wanna shine
Nobody wanna grind
See my n***a workin’ hard, that sh** paid him off fine
None of this sh** just fall from the sky
I’m puttin’ in work, I done forgot that I was tired
[Hook: Kodak Black]
Can I ball? Can I chill?
Can I stunt?
Would I live long enough to raise my son?
Made something out of nothin’
And nothin’ what I’m from
Can your boy do something productive for once?
And once a n***a make it, they gon’ wanna take it
Money don’t change ya, but it do drive ya crazy
Lil n***a out the projects, they rootin’ for the baby
Even when you showin’ love, they still gon’ wanna hate ya
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Can a n***a eat in peace?
You leechin’ for a crumb
n***as ain’t even showin’ ya love where ya from
Them people took my 40s, so I’m about to go buy a pump
What if the trolls roll up on me right? Should I run?
Can I take you out to lunch?
I just wanna get you full then get all in your stomach
I just made shawty tell a man that she done
Lately she been tellin’ me she love me, should I run?
I’m gone, I’m done
I shook and went describin’
I’m not a bad kid, I just didn’t have no guidance
f** a home run, you boys be runnin’ in houses
Robbin’, connivin’, wylin’ and burglarizin’
[Hook: Kodak Black]
Can I ball? Can I chill?
Can I stunt?
Would I live long enough to raise my son?
Made something out of nothin’
And nothin’ what I’m from
Can your boy do something productive for once?
And once a n***a make it, they gon’ wanna take it
Money don’t change ya, but it do drive ya crazy
Lil n***a out the projects, they rootin’ for the baby
Even when you showin’ love, they still gon’ wanna hate ya