Young Prodigy Lyrics - Singles - Kodak Black

Aye, aye 

Out here you gonna eat or starve, man 

I'mma eat what's on your plate, gimme that 

Everything 1K over here 

I'm hungry 

Aye, look 

Royalty can't buy you loyalty 

Tell me, if I lose everything 

Would you be over me? 

I'mma tell you like they told me 

This fame and ain't no more to leave 

I ain't finna go switch oversea 

Ain't no money controlling me 

Black boy gave me a throwaway 

I kept that shit, I ain't throw it away 

Ten bands for the Jaguar 

When I rent that shit, I remember that day 

Been up, I been on my back 

Now I'm up like an insomniac 

Remember I made my first stack 

Man while he had that Pontiac 

Went to jail and I came back 

Went through hell and I came back 

Was on my cell, recreating myself 

I died, and then I came back 

Wondering where my partners at 

Ain't write me and I acknowledge that 

Snoop had me selling powder bags 

He ain't even give me a dollar back 

Later on, started sneaking shit in my pocket like it's contraband 

Finessin' had me lookin' back at my profit, I had seven bands 

Me, Mark, Greg, Tracy went up the road, hit for eleven bands 

Project Baby, taliban 

It's Kodak, run and tell a friend 

It's for my mama, she love me 

She just want the best for me 

Told me I should be in the booth instead of posted up on the ugly 

Was in the club on that Hennessy 

Now you see me sippin' bubbly 

All the stripper hoes on me 

I ain't even gotta throw money 

I ain't even gotta throw money 

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I'mma young prodigy 

Now my plate filet mignon 

No more collard greens 

Doctor told me, "eat my veggies" 

I'm smokin' broccoli 

If you wasn't in the trenches with me 

You can't rock with me 

I'mma young prodigy 

Now my plate filet mignon 

No more collard greens 

Doctor told me, "eat my veggies" 

I'm smokin' broccoli 

If you wasn't in the trenches with me 

You can't rock with me 

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I was cheatin' on my girlfriend 

I fell in love with finesse 

Now I'm married to the money, catch me stuntin' on my ex 

Call it smackdown, hit your bitch with the triple X 

Need a Gatorade break, they caught me running up a check 

Ever since a youngin' I been runnin' up the guap 

Coulda ran track, but I was busy runnin' from the cops 

I'm a young Haitian 

VVSes in my watch like a Dalmatian 

Bitch I got one hundred and one spots 

Remember playing Lego, now I'm really on the blocks 

Smoking loud, got my eyes so low I look like Fetty Wap 

Jumpin' out ya window like Jeff Hardy 

I'm a dirty nigga, boy, I got your bitch turnt up on molly 

I'mma young prodigy 

Now my plate filet mignon 

No more collard greens 

Doctor told me, "eat my veggies" 

I'm smokin' broccoli 

If you wasn't in the trenches with me 

You can't rock with me 

I'mma young prodigy 

Now my plate filet mignon 

No more collard greens 

Doctor told me, "eat my veggies" 

I'm smokin' broccoli 

If you wasn't in the trenches with me 

You can't rock with me