Kodak The Boss Lyrics by Kodak Black is a Newly released English song. Kodak The Boss Lyrics are written by Kodak Black, Dr. Zeuz & Eero Turunen while the song is produced by Dr. Zeuz. The song was published on October 28, 2022.
Kodak The Boss Song Details:
| Song: | Kodak The Boss |
| Singer(s): | Kodak Black |
| Produced by: | Dr. Zeuz |
| Written by: | Kodak Black, Dr. Zeuz & Eero Turunen |
| Label: | Sniper Gang Records & Atlantic Records |
| Release Date: | October 28, 2022 |
Kodak The Boss Lyrics
Let me start this shit off right ’cause I can never be wrong
I tried to change my life, them people called me a clone
Took the top off, I ain’t drinkin’ nothin’ that I ain’t pour
I brought my own ‘za, I ain’t smokin’ nothin’ that I ain’t roll
Hold on, what happened to all that energy you had when I was gone?
You can say whatever you want, I know you hate that I’m home
Watchin’ out for opps when you the one I need to worry ’bout
Sometimes your best friend be your biggest hater all along
Sometimes your enemy be right there, playin’ up under your nose
They dissin’ you, but you act deaf ’cause it come out as a joke
On God, I lost some friends ’cause I was playin’ broke
Sometimes the way you plan is not how the end goes
I call it quits, find out my baby girl a big ho
I call her bitch, no questions asked, they just tenfold
Every time I come in town, everybody know
‘Cause niggas get to sprayin’ rounds and everybody out of the door
You know what’s goin’ down soon we get the low
You know soon we get the drop, niggas gettin’ dropped
My baby Jayla caught a murder and she in the box
I tell her keep her head up, make sure she do her squats
Mama lost her baby to the streets, he beat up the block
He ain’t dead, but she could tell that he love the block
2013, it was crazy, streets was gettin’ hot
And the niggas I looked up to had went to smokin’ flock
The SWAT ran in my nigga’s spot, they just took him down
He had an AR with the stock, so he couldn’t get a bond
I’ma beat the dope up ’til it lock and try to stretch me nine
On this explore page, think this where I’ma find my wife
I kept it real from the jump, fuck this music junk
But everything I touch bump, I must be number one
I’m fantasizin’ on my bunk ’bout a Bentley truck
Like, “If I cut my dreads, will Zendaya let me fuck?”
Like, “If I get a six-pack, you will let me hit that, huh?
Then I got pardoned by Trump, they tried to stay I skunked
Instead of congratulatin’, they hated, but I ain’t gave a fuck
Then I keep droppin’ until I caught the one platinum in two months
I don’t usually dwell on my success, but fuck it, I drop my nuts
Niggas in the studio with me right now the niggas who got my trust
Every time I failed, I prevailed, that’s why they call me a boss
If I learned a lesson from the situation, then I don’t call it a loss