Conscience

[Intro: Kodak Black]

Yeah, Project Baby

These streets took my conscience (Project Baby)

(DY Krazy)

Glee

Sniper Gang

These streets took my conscience, ayy

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]

Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang

I don't gang-bang but I bang-bang

I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains

Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanted to be my main

[Verse 2: Future]

Brown liquor made my dawg insane

Booted up or geeked, it's the same thang

Fish scale or molly, it's the same name

Murder by the stains, which gang you claim?

The big Patek face cost ten chains

Took your bitch out to eat on a private plane

Real talk, 150 when it's plain Jane

Fucked that junkie behind the dumpster for some cocaine

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]

Ayy, free my nigga Cool, he in the chain gang

Chris Johnson, I swear for God I drop the twenty-eight

I told my nigga be smooth, he put a potato on a barrel

I kicked her dumbass out my crib, she say want Chanel

I bought that bitch a lace 'cause she ain't got no hair

I sent that poor-ass ho an Uber 'cause she ain't got no wheels

Thirty golds in my mouth like I'm Stephen Curry

Thirty clip in my Glock 'cause I'm a damn Warrior

[Verse 4: Future & Kodak Black Both]

Streets left me scarred, ain't no worries

Run my money up in a hurry

Thirteen strippers, James Harden

Money make you greedy when you starvin'

Monisha, Tamica, they vouchin'

Before I had anything, I was saucy

'Fore I had that Bentley truck, I was saucy

All these hitters, yeah, I pray you never cross me

[Verse 5: Kodak Black]

She say she pregnant, I swear I think I wanna off her

Eighteen hunnid, I got more stories than an author

I'm credit card swipin' at the Chase Bank (Ayy)

Me and Future gang, gang, same thang

I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or cold?

Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road

I remember hittin' houses, nigga, cash for gold

These streets made me lose my conscience, took a nigga soul

[Verse 6: Future]

These streets took all my soul from me

Tried to leave me in the cold

These streets took my conscience from me

Now tough love is all I show

I know my niggas got love for me

And they fillin' up they nose

I know my lil' bitch got love for me

She just want everybody to know

[Verse 7: Kodak Black]

I know my niggas, they be missin' me

So I be posted on the stroll

I don't even care how much cash I see

I'm always gon' be in the 'No

I ran out of money, then they switch lanes

I ran it back up and then I switch lanes

In a brand new Range, diamond colored candy cane

I bought a brand new 'K and I can't wait to let it spray

I'm sorry, mom, I ain't mean to bring you through so much pain

I said, I'm sorry, mom, I ain't mean for it to be this way

Ayy, but fuck it, bitch, I'm here, I got diamond rings

All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid

[Outro: Kodak Black]

These streets took my conscience

All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid

These streets took my conscience

All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid

All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid

All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid