The man with the plan, I ain't playing, I'm 'bout business Lil Kodak had to get it off the Land, talking Disney You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney Floating on a Xan, swear to God it got me dizzy Project baby, I remember eating

Why you, why you keep that tool like dat? How you get so high like dat? Why your eyes like dat? Kodak, why you act like dat? Why you strapped like dat? Nigga, I don't need no vitamin C Why you move like dat? I hit the club 50 deep (With my niggas, aye)

Girl I don't wanna be the one you iggin' I need me a li'l baby who gon' listen Li'l Kodak they don't like to see you winnin' They wanna see you in the penitentiary My mama told me, "Boy make a decision" Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision They sendin'

Still in the streets (yeah) So I put the blue Wraith in my mama name So I put the new place in my mama name Still in the streets (yeah yeah) So it ain't no pressure get another chain Still in the streets (yeah yeah yeah) Plus I'm in the rap game gettin'

These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid Yeah, Project Baby Sniper Gang 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

Hold me down so I can bless you I'm coming for the rescue Girl I'll be there to save the day You know I love to make your day I'm coming straight to you I'm on my way to you I'm running out of things to say But I got some things I wanna do to you Hold me

Di yon mo pou mwen kumbayah 'Cause I'm needin' somethin' I've been searchin' for my soul, my heart I got this money, but it's nothin' right now I ain't never gotta rap about the diamonds on my neck I'm searchin' for my soul, hope you know where it went

Minister Malcolm The thing that I thought might be good for Starting it off is to, talk about one of the most pervasive beliefs In the general society about the Nation of Islam Talkin' to you like talkin' to myself 'Cause it ain't no gettin' through to

I might take off on you peons and go away to Venus I'm a star so I put a neutron on my pinkie I'm moonwalking but my Christian Loubotin's bleeding I'm smoking moonrocks, shawty, and I feel the ceiling (And I'm codeine dreaming, and I'm codeine dreaming)

Swimming in the money, now I've turned into a sailor Y'all don't know the recipe I'm so saucy They want the ingredients, lovin' my flavor They still tryna figure out, I put 'em in a coffin They still tryna figure it out I put 'em in a coffin Y'all don't