[Intro]
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 n***a 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

[Verse 1]
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 n***a 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

[Chorus]
I told them that the money train is coming, don't get left (Don't get left)
N***a should've hurried up and jumped up on my trail
N***as 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 n***as dead
Oh, so you that Kodak black n***a, huh?
You the golden one? Streets say you the chosen one
I'm that n***a
[Verse 2]
Lil' n***a 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 n***a, I must admit, K you the man
'Cause I got on my shit lil' n***a 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

[Chorus]
I told them that the money train is coming, don't get left (Don't get left)
N***a should've hurried up and jumped up on my trail
N***as 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 n***as dead
Oh, so you that Kodak black n***a, huh?
You the golden one? Streets say you the chosen one

[Outro]
I'm that n***a
Chosen one
(I'm that n***a)
You the golden one?
Streets say you the chosen one
I'm that n***a