Heart Of The Projects - Kodak Black

Aye man let me get my rim 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,

for real

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 cheese

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

I’M THAT NIGGA!

CHOOSEN ONE!

(IM THAT NIGGA)

YOU THE GOLDEN ONE?

STREETS SAY YOU THE CHOOSEN ONE!

IM THAT NIGGA!