[Intro]
(I'm not a popstar)
Stand the fuck up, nigga
I'm a neighborhood rockstar
When I'm talkin', shut up
(It's Kodak, nigga)
Fuckin' Goddamm it
Goddamn it
[Verse]
I could turn this pen into a stick
I could turn a man into a bitch (Kodak)
I don't need you to tell me what's a singer (I don't)
I don't need Miley Cyrus for a feature (No)
No, I am not a Li'l Bow Wow
I am not a fucking Justin Bieber
Get me out of here, I can't believe ya
Fuck your record deal, you can keep it
Where's Chief Keef and young Jeezy?
I won't let you do me like no Lil Weezy
I make this shit look easy
This where I make the beat start bleedin'
When I talk, pussy nigga, stand up
Before you say a word, raise your hand up
I could turn your shoe into a sandal (I could)
I could turn the booth into a candle (I would)
Oh, you thinkin' you can beat me?
I disagree, Koly P, grab the heat (Bang)
Ain't been home in three weeks
How I'm gon' chase my dreams but don't sleep? (Mm)
'Bout to go 'head and switch the game up (Mm)
Why the fuck you think I'm in the game for? (Huh?)
Y'all gon' learn today, y'all gon' burn today
Y'all gon' learn today, you pussy niggas gon' burn today
'Bout to rock suits for a whole year
Put black diamonds on my ear (Bling)
This letter I'm reading is sincere (Mm)
Fuck a molly, 'bout to make my own pill (Kodak)
'Bout to say fuck it and switch my plan up
Give all you niggas deals, thanks, Sam
'Bout to man up and get my bands up
[?] ski masks, bandanas (Do-do-do-do-do-do)
Hit your block, pull up in a ghost (I'm here)
Why you lookin' like you seen a ghost? (What you seein'?)
I'm in my ghost feelin' like Casper
You a square, and I ain't talking 'bout Madison (Mm)
I don't need none of the confusion (I don't need)
'Cause I get trigger happy and go to shooting (Do-do-do-do-do-do)
'Bout to sponsor Fendi and Prada (True)
No more trues, call me Kodak Ferragamo (True)
Rockstar designer
I'm not a popstar, I'm an idol (Swish)
Ballin' 'til they find me
Rumors is Universal wanna sign me (Fuck)
But I got everybody on the waiting list
Project Baby, I ain't on that Mason shit (I'm not, nigga)
Cruisin' in a Hemi (The Hemi)
This lean got me movin' like a granny
My teachers don't understand me
Rather get money than be on the school campus
I might drop a baby, call 'em Fendi
I just might, I just might, don't tempt me
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