Lyrics Heart of the Projects - Kodak Black
Aye
man
let
me
get
my
Rem
on
ice
man
Let
me
get
that
check
straight
hunnids
Let
me
get
my
back
in
before
I
hit
yo
city,
or
I
ain't
going
straight
up,
foreal
I'm
that
nigga
now
man,
I
ain't
in
the
projects
shooting
dice
no
more
I'm
outchea
doe,
project
baby
heart
of
the
projects
man
You
digg,
mount
up!
Excuse
me
where
my
stylist?
Pop
my
collar
please
Security,
get
these
bitches
off
of
me
Paparizzi
love
me
I
got
lots
of
cheese
Instagram,
Kodak
black
follow
me
Really
I
be
tricking
nigga
Halloween
I
ate
my
veggies.
Ma
I'm
healthy
I
smoke
broccoli
Honestly,
you
mad
that
you
proud
of
me
Kodak
oxygen
I
got
lots
of
trees
All
this
Gualaby
stuffed
up
in
my
my
Robin
jeans
Do
it
with
no
hands
girl
join
my
soccer
team
Philosophy
Section
8 democracy
I
rolled
the
dice
and
went
to
jail
no
monopoly
I
told
them
that
the
money
train
is
coming,
don't
get
left
(don't
get
left)
Nigga
should've
hurried
up
and
jumped
up
on
my
trail
Niggas
on
that
groupie
shit,
they
talking
me
to
death
Fuck
that
bouji
bitch
you
ain't
got
nothing
go
to
hell
Damnit
I
don't
know
what's
goin'
through
they
fucking
head
Once
I
get
the
deal
I
swear
to
god
you
niggas
dead
OH
so
you
that
Kodak
black
nigga,
huh?
You
the
golden
one?
Streets
say
you
the
chosen
one
I'M
THAT
NIGGA!
Lil
nigga
pulling
up
in
forgeiners
Jackboy
right
behind
me
where
we
slide
they
know
it's
us
I
was
on
the
4 now
I'm
on
5 pour
it
up
(lean,
lean,
lean,
lean)
Kodak
black
performing
live
you
know
they
showing
up
Yea
I
got
lil
cool
right
here
with
his
40
tucked
I
broke
up
with
my
coupe,
I'm
in
love
with
rover
trucks
Kodak
you
that
nigga,
I
must
admit,
K
you
the
man
Cause
I
got
on
my
shit
lil
nigga
running
up
the
band's
Boy
I
need
my
bread,
'bout
my
cheese
I
go
ham
I
be
on
the
mollys,
ion
fuck
round
with
no
Xans
Boy
that
work
be
roll
come
a
couple
I
ain't
playing
Boy
i
make
them
junkies
smoke
that
dope
right
out
the
can
I
told
them
that
the
money
train
is
coming,
don't
get
left
(don't
get
left)
Nigga
should've
hurried
up
and
jumped
up
on
my
trail
Niggas
on
that
groupie
shit,
they
talking
me
to
death
Fuck
that
bouji
bitch
you
ain't
got
nothing
go
to
hell
Damnit
I
don't
know
what's
goin'
through
they
fucking
head
Once
I
get
the
deal
I
swear
to
god
you
niggas
dead
OH,
so
you
that
Kodak
black
nigga,
huh?
You
the
golden
one?
Streets
say
you
the
chosen
one
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