I’m That Nigga - Kodak Black

Ayy man let me get my Rem on iceman

Let me get that check straight hundreds

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 out here though, 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

Paparazzi 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 trees

All this gwalla be stuffed up in 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 bougie 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 foreigners

Jackboy right behind me where we slide they know it's us

I was on the four now I'm on five 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, I don't 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 bougie bitch you ain't got nothing go to hell

Damn it 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

Chosen one

(I'm that nigga)

You the golden one?

Streets say you the chosen one

I'm that nigga