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[Verse] I done popped me a Perc’, but I ain’t really tryna get back on the Perc’ I’m sad when you hurt, but I swear that it wasn’t my intention to hurt you N!ggas stay getting murked, I know they wanna get back on me and I’m sure So I stay on alert, stop popping that molly, you’re making me nervous And lately, I ain’t been in the projects like that, I done learned N!ggas be hating, and they’ll put them crackers on you ’cause they scared I revived my career, I was tripping last year, my vision got blurry Now I’m seeing it clear, every decision I make gon’ be worth it From now on, yeah, every minute gon’ count on this Earth Ran it up with my peers, put it up for my children and them [‘fore I splurge?] Take it light on the streets, can’t help my Z with your brain on the curb Thinking ’bout all my sins, I’d rather be there for them, I don’t learn When they all see me, [I’m naked and hurting?] B!tches be scheming and n!ggas be lurking [I’m battling my demon right out and it’s surgical?] Kill a n!gga on easy while I’m writing in church Pull up, pop the s*it, and swerve (Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve) I got a gift or a powerful curse, yeah I ain’t fu*k the b!tch, I just bought her a purse Ain’t you was dissing? Now look how it work Now I’m focused, I don’t want no friends, I got enough Let’s say I don’t win, let’s see who those friends when time is rough When I was broke as s*it, what would these hoes give? They ain’t giving no fu*k I was just homeless Even my own friends ain’t giving no fu*ks I was just homeless Even my own gang wouldn’t put me up I was just homeless Even my own gang ain’t make sure I’m tucked Stick to your own plan, don’t be letting everyone tell you what they would’ve done You had your pole and ran, now you ran ’cause you know what you should’ve done [Bridge] Put a lil’ hole in one, fu*k n!gga, you don’t even own a g*n I’m finna smoke the boy, tell the truth, I don’t even know lil’ bruh Dropping off one of ’em, since a n!gga acting like I owe him something I’m finna help them up, fu*k around, put [it on your door, on this, boy?] [Outro] Ain’t on no Diddy s*it, n!ggas getting they wig split Take that, take I smack me a elderly b!tch I even might kill me a kid, but I ain’t raping They ain’t coming with no plans, they ain’t coming with no bands Then they had dead, they tryna wait ’til you stop Then hop out the car when they hit you in the back of your head. Dis Time lyrics – Kodak Black : Get lyrics and music video of this beautiful song here on LyricsBull.com