Conscience [explicit] Lyrics - Kodak Black

Yeah, Project Baby 

These streets took my conscience 

Blee 

Sniper Gang 

These streets took my conscience 

Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang 

I don't gang-bang but I bang bang 

I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains 

Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main 

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Brown liquor made my dawg insane 

Booted up a geek, it's the same thang 

Fish scale or molly, it's the same name 

Murder by the stains, which gang you claim? 

The big Patek face cost ten chains 

Took your bitch out to eat on a private plane 

Real talk, 150 when it's plain Jane 

Drop the junk behind the dumpster for some cocaine 

Ayy, free my nigga coo, he in the chain gang 

Chris Johnson, I swear for God I drop the twenty-eight 

I told my nigga be fool, he put a potato on a barrel 

I kick lil' dumbass out my crib, say she want Chanel 

I bought that bitch a wig 'cause she ain't got no hair 

I sent that poor ass hoe a Uber 'cause she ain't got no whip 

Thirty golds in my mouth like I'm Stephen Curry 

Thirty clip in my Glock 'cause I'm a damn Warrior 

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Streets left me scarred, ain't no worries 

Run my money up in a hurry 

Thirteen strippers, James Harden 

Money make you greedy when you starving 

Monisha, Tamica, they vouching 

Before I had anything, I was saucing 

Before I had that Bentley truck, I was saucing 

All these hitters, yeah, I pray you never cross them 

She say she brand new, I swear I want the old her 

Eighteen hunded, I got more stories than a author 

I'm credit card swipin' at the Chase Bank (ey) 

Me and Future gang gang, same thang 

I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or cold? 

Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road 

I remember hittin' houses, nigga, cash 4 gold 

These streets made me lose my conscience, took a nigga soul 

These streets took all my soul from me 

Tried to leave me in the cold 

These streets took my conscience from me 

Now tough love is all I show 

I know my niggas got love for me 

And they filling up they nose 

I know my Levi got love for me 

She just want everybody to know 

I know my niggas, they be missin' me 

So I be posted on the straw 

I don't even care about how much cash I see 

I'm always gon' be in the 'No 

I ran out of money, then they switch lanes 

I ran it back up, then I switch lanes 

In a brand new Range, diamond colored candy cane 

I bought a brand new K, I can't wait to let it spray 

I'm sorry mom ain't mean to bring you through so much pain 

I said I'm sorry mom, I ain't mean for it to be this way 

Ayy but fuck it, bitch, I'm here, I got diamond rings 

All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid 

These streets took my conscience 

All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid 

These streets took my conscience 

All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid 

All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid 

All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid