Conscience

Lyrics

[Intro: Kodak Black] Yeah, Project Baby These streets took my conscience (Project Baby) (DY Krazy) Glee Sniper Gang These streets took my conscience, ayy [Verse 1: Kodak Black] 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 bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanted to be my main [Verse 2: Future] Brown liquor made my dawg insane Booted up or geeked, it's the same thang Fish scale or molly, it's the same name Murder by the stains, which gang you claim? The big Patek face cost ten chains Took your bitch out to eat on a private plane Real talk, 150 when it's plain Jane Fucked that junkie behind the dumpster for some cocaine [Verse 3: Kodak Black] Ayy, free my nigga Cool, he in the chain gang Chris Johnson, I swear for God I drop the twenty-eight I told my nigga be smooth, he put a potato on a barrel I kicked her dumbass out my crib, she say want Chanel I bought that bitch a lace 'cause she ain't got no hair I sent that poor-ass ho an Uber 'cause she ain't got no wheels Thirty golds in my mouth like I'm Stephen Curry Thirty clip in my Glock 'cause I'm a damn Warrior [Verse 4: Future & Kodak Black Both] Streets left me scarred, ain't no worries Run my money up in a hurry Thirteen strippers, James Harden Money make you greedy when you starvin' Monisha, Tamica, they vouchin' Before I had anything, I was saucy 'Fore I had that Bentley truck, I was saucy All these hitters, yeah, I pray you never cross me [Verse 5: Kodak Black] She say she pregnant, I swear I think I wanna off her Eighteen hunnid, I got more stories than an author I'm credit card swipin' at the Chase Bank (Ayy) Me and Future gang, gang, same thang I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or cold? Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road I remember hittin' houses, nigga, cash for gold These streets made me lose my conscience, took a nigga soul [Verse 6: Future] These streets took all my soul from me Tried to leave me in the cold These streets took my conscience from me Now tough love is all I show I know my niggas got love for me And they fillin' up they nose I know my lil' bitch got love for me She just want everybody to know [Verse 7: Kodak Black] I know my niggas, they be missin' me So I be posted on the stroll I don't even care how much cash I see I'm always gon' be in the 'No I ran out of money, then they switch lanes I ran it back up and then I switch lanes In a brand new Range, diamond colored candy cane I bought a brand new 'K and I can't wait to let it spray I'm sorry, mom, I ain't mean to bring you through so much pain I said, I'm sorry, mom, I ain't mean for it to be this way Ayy, but fuck it, bitch, I'm here, I got diamond rings All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid [Outro: Kodak Black] These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid