Kodak Black – 1000

[Hook]
Them red and them blue lights
In the shadows of the dark with the moon light
Shine on me, I continue to move like
A false move can cost me my whole life
I ain’t going back no more
I ain’t going back no more
(I’m still young)
It ain’t gonna hurt no more
Cause I ain’t going back no more

[Verse 1]
I miss my nigga cool, yeah I really do
Yeah he told me be swift every time I move
And if they catch me with this here, I’m gon’ make the news
My nigga cool called me, so when you in this bitch
You get to fuck the same niggas that you beefin’ with
He had me trafficking, speeding, running lights
Switching lanes, I’m gone like, every night
Turn the reigns, got me in the fast life
Say, if you fail once, bruh just clap twice
But that second time boy, you better get it right
16, I’m ready to catch 16
Get out on good behavior, so that’s 15
Told me sleep is for the rich, so I don’t even dream
Them hoes ain’t want me cause they see my wrist didn’t bling
Whenever ballin’ said they wouldn’t put me on they team
My shoes wasn’t clean
Project baby plus I’m Haitian so no love for me

[Hook]
Them red and them blue lights
In the shadows of the dark with the moon light
Shine on me, I continue to move like
A false move can cost me my whole life
I ain’t going back no more
I ain’t going back no more
(I’m still young)
It ain’t gonna hurt no more
Cause I ain’t going back no more

[Verse 2]
Yeah that chain round my neck, it hangin’ where it swang
And that life you need lord, just to maintain
So I ain’t going back broke to the same thing
Got me throwin’ rocks out the chain gang
I’ma lil soldier, cracka’ tryna’ wave me over
Tryna’ direct foul me
Tryna’ hit the top they just wanna down me
They used to clown me
I’m from the ugly
Same niggas wanna do me in they say they love me
Cool told me that, he said it’s funny
That you the only son or somethin’
And you a youngin’, it get ugly
Same hoes I was fucking, they ain’t sending nothin’
I ain’t going back, to the same shit, same crap
Lil Kodak, but hated Jay Black
Was 15, jumped in the streets head first
Fast lane, so if I ever crash, bruh it’s head first
My life a coin toss, tails first

[Hook]
Them red and them blue lights
In the shadows of the dark with the moon light
Shine on me, I continue to move like
A false move can cost me my whole life
I ain’t going back no more
I ain’t going back no more
(I’m still young)
It ain’t gonna hurt no more
Cause I ain’t going back no more

[Refrain]
The life of a project baby
I let the projects raise me
I ain’t going back
(I won’t go back)
I won’t go back
(I can’t go back)
The life of a project baby
I let the projects raise me
I won’t going back
(I won’t go back)
I won’t go back
(I can’t go back)
I won’t go back

[Hook]
Them red and them blue lights
In the shadows of the dark with the moon light
Shine on me, I continue to move like
A false move can cost me my whole life
I ain’t going back no more
I ain’t going back no more
(I’m still young)
It ain’t gonna hurt no more
Cause I ain’t going back no more

Dave East – It Was Written

[Intro]
Six million ways to die
(Took a lot to get this Rollie nigga)
Six million ways to get rich
(Huh, hah)

[Verse 1]
Everybody keep telling me "make a club record"
You ain’t trapping no more, stop making drug records
You got a daughter bout to come, stop making thug records
I brought that money back fast, I had the plug flexing
Welcome to Harlem, el Barrio, that’s the drug section
Hit your bitch with my jeans on, ain’t making love naked
I got love for my loco but I know cuz reckless
I ain’t gotta sleep in the projects, I did enough stressing
My father was a rolling stone but taught me one lesson
Do your dirt by yourself, your friends be the ones telling
I knew it broke my mother’s heart to know her son selling
I had coke in my dresser, trifling as ever
I had a dream Biggie featured me on Life After
I be with my same niggas, I don’t really like rappers
Niggas can’t make a song for nothing but they nice actors
Go and get a movie role, low bagging up tuna rolls, raw shit
I come from a block where you seen it but never saw shit
I be at the juice bar, my wheat grass and bark shit
My younging just came from up north, he want to park shit
Tryna teach him something bout life and how we started
Lower class poverty, homies from jail calling me
Playing the number everyday but never hit the lottery
Liquor store on every corner, might as well get drunk
I remember that free lunch wasn’t shooting, we would jump stones
Niggas like the end of the blunt, traps load up
I told papi I got him by the end of the month
I was thinking bout 550’s with the cinnamon guts
These shots’ll blow your mind away, now your memory dust
And memory of, I got a JF Kennedy buzz
Presidential called enterprise, I need another rental
Tryna take a package down to North Carolina
Maybe buy some Ferragamo, I’m so focused on the commas

[Hook]
If you never been broke it’s gon’ be hard to feel me
Only Allah get my flow, it’s gon’ be hard to kill me
They say practice make perfect, we at it every day
Thinking about that consignment, sometimes I never paid
It was written I’m gifted, homie come learn something
Conversations bout paper homie, let’s burn something
It was written I’m gifted, homie come learn something
Conversations bout paper homie, let’s burn something

[Verse 2]
It’s hard to stop what’s already in motion
I ain’t gotta hit your blunt, I’ve already been smoking
G Star denims on my Shmurda shit
In ’08 my mental was really on some murder shit
Cause nothing was working out
Just to pass the time started working out
Me and my nigga Jay Black from way back
He a Bronx nigga, met him in Queens
Butch crib, met up with fiends
Imagine Nas signed you, hell of a dream
Somebody pinch me
Promise nothing they say ever getting to me
Used to watch House Party, not kidding play listen to me
This that talk that make the hustlers want to open shop
This that stash house talk, don’t let ’em know the spot
This that talk that got my city wanting to rap again
This that all black everything like an African
This that middle of the summer in a trench coat
Glock 19 reminding them of how you been broke

[Hook]
If you never been broke it’s gon’ be hard to feel me
Only Allah get my flow, it’s gon’ be hard to kill me
They say practice make perfect, we at it every day
Thinking about that consignment, sometimes I never paid
It was written I’m gifted, homie come learn something
Conversations bout paper homie, let’s burn something
It was written I’m gifted, homie come learn something
Conversations bout paper homie, let’s burn something

[Outro]
I talked my way right up out the projects nigga
Put your mind to it, anything is possible haha
From a hole in the wall, yeah
Now we in the presidential suite man
Top floor, flower for your bust nigga
Harlem, yeah