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lirik lagu 1800 nights (kno the meaning freestyle) – kodak black


this sh-t crazy, dog
my young bull was just with me last night
i shifted, dog, he got caught up
and the vehicle he was in had all my raps that i wrote when i was locked up a couple bids, you know?
1800 nights

[verse 1]
i was just thinkin’ ’bout family
thinkin’ ’bout pop hendley them
don’t say you love me if you don’t mean that sh-t
and i’m thuggin’ hard ’cause i mean that sh-t
i was just thinkin’ ’bout my family
they been feelin’ like i abandoned them
why the f-ck am i walking around here with a glock for?
n-gg- livin’ dirty so i gotta keep the mop on
got a street sweeper, but i still keep the mop though
i put everything i got on
i ain’t seen my brother in a week
i put too much time in the streets
momma stop cryin’ ’bout me
momma stop cryin’ ’bout me
momma don’t worry ’bout me
all you gotta do is love king
i hope y’all see what i be thinkin’ ’bout
i’m smilin’
i just smile just to cope now
but i’m wildin’
i swear to god i’m tryin’
i’m tryna slow down
my people tellin’ me to slow down
i fell in love with the fourth pound
you would think i’m with the zoe pound
shoutout to atl
but where i’m from we won’t say “12”
we say “tro-down”
the raiders out there just rolled around
all my n-gg-s gettin’ rico
all my n-gg-s gettin’ rico
he ain’t tellin’ ’cause he g code
promise he ain’t tellin’ ’cause he g code
he ain’t gon’ tell, he a fiend though
if you rhyming
i promise if you rhymin’ it ain’t easy though
he a zombie, he zoe
a zombie on earth, i’ma zoe
i brought h-ll on earth for these hoes
you my heaven on earth, you my ho, baby
you my old lady
all them hoes hatin’
well f-ck what them hoes say
we rockin’ gucci with dolce
love my old gram’, love my old lady
i’m freestylin’ don’t mind me
i don’t know what i’m thinkin’
but i don’t pop molly
i’m freestylin’ don’t mind me
i don’t know what i’m sayin’
my chauffeur don’t like speedin’
i like the tesla better when it drive me
i can sit back on ig
i ain’t gotta look up when the light green
i’m on the i- on autopilot, my b-tch ridin’ me
cruise control
i thank the lord i ain’t lose my soul
1800 nights i done sacrificed
triple cross like jesus christ

[verse 2]
you ain’t understand me i’ma tell you twice
i’m ugly corner, even when i die
i’m wonderin’ if you love me like i
i’m wonderin’ if you thank me like how i be
head first, is he runnin’ right behind me?
nah, f-ck that, you better be runnin’ right beside me
it’s like everything that i touch, it just be fallin’ apart
i can’t leave my past behind me
i wanna know what’s goin’ on in the projects
i wanna slide and go see what it look like
remember pop hit a lick on a four wheeler
e murder, almost lost his life on a dirt bike
i seen a cracker to my left so i turned right
i lost my re-up when tryna shoot dice
my n-gg-s leavin’ n-gg-s stank for some hood rank
you ain’t got no street cred, ain’t got no hood stripes
thinkin’ ’bout my n-gg-s and my family
they the only ones that understand me
partner cut the fishtail on his banshee
the devil sent me a blessing
my dreads like devil horns, they don’t know that i be on my d-mn knees
forgive me lord, forgive me lord that i fell for it
forgive me lord that i fell short
i’m dressin’, playin’ in the airport
bust a n-gg- brain if you care for it
young n-gg- what would you do for it
her boyfriend smokin’ newports
just put my baby momma in a new foreign
’bout to write a book, no dr. seuss, boy
i got stories like a news reporter
like a book, put my momma in two stories
i’m postin’ in the hood ’cause the school borin’
i’m smokin’ cherry pie, i don’t smoke spice
i would never tell you about my old life
sniper biker
pop a wheelie on the raptor
i got snakes in my closet, i’m a rattler
and i keep body bags for a rapper
hidin’ from my past, got me runnin’ from a cracker
lil’ kodak they just wanna see you captured
i’m snappin’ and i’m flashin’ like a camera
you don’t know the meaning behind it
you don’t know the reason i’m like this
sincerely me
i’m feelin’ this beat
to all my n-gg-s in prison, if you listenin’ right now, i miss you