GERMANY

[Chorus: Kodak Black] I don’t know if it’s healin’ or destroyin’ my people I was sellin’ my next door neighbor dope and they wasn’t doing better neither He don’t know what’s more important, him seeing his people or making sure all of them pussy niggas tryna see the reaper Hey momma, this shit sure enough don’t feel freeful, why all of different people say all of us equal I don’t know if it’s healin’ or destroyin’ my people, we so quick to say yes to this bullshit I don’t know if it’s healin’ or destroyin’ my people, we blow rent, just take trips and just bullshit I don’t know if it’s healin’ or help killin’ my people, we get rich off of rappin’ this bullshit [Verse 1: Luh Tyler] We get rich off speakin’ our mind, ain’t talkin’ ‘bout money, you wastin’ my time All my bitches bad, but we doin’ fine, why these niggas mad? we just tryna shine Why these niggas playin’? We be on the grind, these hoes for the streets, these bitches ain’t mine Ima come off the head, I’m a fool with the rhyme, my lil bro keep that lead, he a fool with that iron Ima come on the beat and just come off the head, on gang, nigga, you heard what I said I’m chasin’ that cheese, yeah I’m chasin’ that bread Spendin’ money on hoes, now a nigga went broke, nigga, that’s what you get In the booth, smokin’ on gas nigga, I just went and rolled up a leg I don’t wanna run out of cash, nigga, we ain’t goin’ broke, that shit dead My nigga be tweakin’ and geekin’, think he doin’ science, mixin’ the purple and red They ain’t believe, they was sleepin’, I woke they ass up, now it’s time to go put them to bed Your baby sneakin’ and freakin’ yeah all on the weekend, she blowin’ my mind with the head I make it rain like I’m changin’ the season ‘cause I’m really rich, I’m just throwin’ that bread [Verse 2: G6reddot] You think I got everything, I don’t care ‘bout none of these chains It’s just my momma and me, might buy her a wedding ring You better just pack up and leave, swear ain’t gon’ never change, you better just pack up and leave, lil zap Oh my dog just tryna compete, say he got more money than me, I’m ready to just pack up and leave, lil zap He don’t even wanna be round the team, say he got more money than me, that’s the type of false shit I peep, no cap [Chorus: Kodak Black] I don’t know if it’s healin’ or destroyin’ my people I was sellin’ my next door neighbor dope and they wasn’t doing better neither He don’t know what’s more important, him seeing his people or making sure all of them pussy niggas tryna see the reaper Hey momma, this shit sure enough don’t feel freeful, why all of different people say all of us equal I don’t know if it’s healin’ or destroyin’ my people, we so quick to say yes to this bullshit I don’t know if it’s healin’ or destroyin’ my people, we blow rent, just take trips and just bullshit I don’t know if it’s healin’ or help killin’ my people, we get rich off of rappin’ this bullshit And I sure don’t make this shit no easier, I’m in the hood, posted up with a full clip And then money don’t make it no better neither ‘cause I buy reefer ? ? on my knees, I pray yahweh, only you can redeem my soul For you shall receive me, say ?, free me from the grave, oh ho [Verse 3: Kodak Black] I shook hand with you, oh, packin’ enough meth for the road I hate I had to bump heads with the ?, I got enough bread for the whole ? I still thank Martin Luther for the first dream, salute to Martin Luther, named a first born king I love my daughter queen, I love my daughter queen, she make me sing, woah I don’t know if this the right shit to show to you, but I pop X and sip juice and act ignorant Advertisin’ the life of violence in the booth, even though we lyin’ when we rhymin’, they wanna live this shit, they wanna Sip you a 4, get you a pole then you gon’ kick through a do’ And when we blow we keep on rappin shit ‘bout when we was po’ Like shit ain’t sweet, can’t get no sleep ‘cause ain’t no peace in this home ? These days I see many black people racist Maybe it’s our past because we full of hatred These youngings ain’t got no dad so you gun slangin’ And these women shakin’ ass on Instagram, butt naked Social media killed my generation All the hard workin’ people fightin’ immigration You look like a recession, nigga, eggs went up, inflation And our president a felon, all the babies havin’ babies Feelin’ like I’m the one that’s gon’ change it, only the dumb people think I’m crazy Man, Charleston White be tryna do right, but you know bein’ nice won’t make you famous They about to be broke, don’t work for white folks, now in reality, they just lazy My lil one one, my baby momma say my son need a Mercedes They need they daddy, but fuck what they need Ain’t ‘bout to chip in, she want that government assistance Don’t be trippin’ when you losin’ to the system Or you lose your life in prison, right there the size of ? That’s how it go Fo’ sho’ Bullshit