| Totin', aye
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| That project baby two, hell yeah
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| But right now, this that institution
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| Yeah, for real man
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| For all that time I was down, man
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| They said I caught 11 years, man
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| Fuck that shit, look it, man
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| I do this shit bad, on the real, nigga
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| I never seen the work, dawg
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| Look, this for all that time when I was lost, they left me stranded
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| See, I don’t even do this for myself, this for my family
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| I made a lot of mistakes, made it off circumstances
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| That could’ve ruined my life, I’m bout to sign with Atlantic
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| Look, God be lookin' out for me, he gave me several chances
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| I sent him a lot of prayers, he sent me a lot of places
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| My momma said «Imma make it"too, my daddies dancin'
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| I put in a lot of work, and now my dreams manifestin'
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| Project baby, I cultivated, do somethin' amazin'
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| I pulled up, all that tool shit, I just couldn’t take it
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| I thought it was over for a minute, a bad situation
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| I was so far away from home, but I just emancipated
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| I’m just so captivated, that I could be here again
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| So fascinatin', to see my people again
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| Swear I tried to leave the streets, but you were pullin' me in
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| My nigga rolled a statement on me, I thought he was my friend
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| I can’t even pretend
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| I love to jump on these beats
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| Tell my fans what I’m feelin' deeply inside of me
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| This what’s inside of me, y’all a big part of me
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| I’m sorry for leavin' y’all, this my apology
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| I just hope y’all believe it, got trues and paid dues
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| But it ain’t easy as queasy, it’s like I’m here for a reason
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| I just hit rock bottom, I thought everything was sweet
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| But many niggas so sour, man
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| My cousin had me sellin' powder, I was bumpin' em off
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| We used to bag em up, and keep it all at my momma house
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| All my niggas out there livin', just keep livin' it up
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| All my life, in the projects, I was livin' it rough
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| When I was down and out, ain’t nobody really gave a fuck
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| They ain’t really down with you, they only down when you up
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| I used to be that cafe fit, the full holster in the cut
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| A young nigga, sixteen, with rim in my cup
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| I had to take a Gatorade, braid, ran to these streets
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| I had to cut my niggas, showin' they were playin' for keeps
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| That’s all a nigga has to tell ya, they were leachin' on me
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| I ain’t even toilish, gettin' fame for free
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| When I was in a sticky one, they ain’t show no support
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| Before I learned how to swelm, I’d count straight off the porch
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| We know a nigga from the south, hittin' licks up in north
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| I used to play ball, but now I’m in a whole other court
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| I’m married to the game, we ain’t never tryna divorce
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| Fell in love with the game, I gave a bitch and a cause
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| Oh, you thought this shit was over with? |
| Nigga you crazy
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| Kodak Black, I bounce back, like a foreigner baby
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| Boy this ain’t no fugaze, run it back, yeah it’s true
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| Ain’t none of this no fugaze, what I be spittin' to you
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| Cuz I just get in the booth
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| And I be spittin' the truth
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| How I be spittin' to you, you think I’m missin' a tooth
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| How I be whippin' the coupe, you think I’m missin' no roof
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| Catch me playin' with the chick, like cock a doodle doo
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| I was out there on the jigga, call your boy jiggaboo
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| I ain’t talkin' cereal, but I be gettin' the loop
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| Ha ha
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| Hell yeah, man
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| Kodak, keep movin'
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| You can do it
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| This that Institution
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| Free my nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sticky 1 , by - Kodak Black. Song from the album Institution, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп