Conscience Chords by Kodak Black

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[Intro]
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■   Yeah Project Baby
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These streets took my conscience
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Glee Sniper Gang
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These streets took my conscience
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Yeah everybody with me on that same thang
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I don't gangbang but I bangbang
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I pull up to the club I got on eight chains
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Took that bitch to WingsNThings she wanna be my main


[Verse]
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Brown liquor made my dawg insane
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Booted up or geeked it's the same thang
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Fish scale or Molly it's the same name
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Murdered by the stains which stain you claim
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The big Patek face cost ten chains
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Took your bitch out to eat on a private plane
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Real talk onefifty when it's plain Jane
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Fucked a junkie behind the dumpster for some cocaine


[Chorus]
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Ayy free my nigga Cool he in the chain gang
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Chris Johnson I swear 'fo God I drop the twentyeight
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I told my nigga be smooth he put a potato on a barrel
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I kicked her dumbass out my crib she say she want Chanel
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I bought that bitch a lace 'cause she ain't got no hair
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I sent that poor ass ho a Uber 'cause she ain't got no whip
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Thirty golds in my mouth like I'm Stephen Curry
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Thirty clip in my Glock 'cause I'm a damn Warrior
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Streets left me scarred ain't no worries
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Run my money up in a hurry
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Thirteen strippers James Harden
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Money make you greedy when you starving


[Verse]
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Monisha Tameka they vouching
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Before I had anything I was saucy
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Before I had that Bentley truck I was saucy
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All these hitters yeah I pray you never cross them
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She say she pregnant I swear I think I wanna off her
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Eighteen hunnid I got more stories than a author
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I'm credit card swipin' at the Chase Bank
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Ayy me and Future gang gang same thang
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I check your temperature nigga is you hot or cold
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Like a state trooper I make my money on the road
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I remember hittin' houses nigga Cash four Gold
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These streets made me lose my conscience took a nigga soul


[Chorus]
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These streets took all my soul from me
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Tried to leave me in the cold
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These streets took my conscience from me
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Now tough love is all I show
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I know my niggas got love for me
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And they filling up they nose
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I know my lil' bitch got love for me 
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She just want everybody to know
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I know my niggas they be missin' me
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So I be posted on the stroll
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I don't even care how much of cash I see
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I'm always gon' be in the 'No
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I ran out of money then they switched lanes
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I ran it back up then I switched lanes
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In a brand new Range diamond colored candy cane
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I bought a brand new K and I can't wait to let it spray
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I'm sorry ma I ain't mean to bring you through so much pain
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I said I'm sorry ma I ain't mean for it to be this way
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Ayy but fuck it bitch I'm here I got diamond rings
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All the finer things designer jeans I'm gettin' paid
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These streets took my conscience
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All the finer things designer jeans I'm getting paid
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These streets took my conscience
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All the finer things designer jeans I'm getting paid


[Outro]
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■  All the finer things designer jeans I'm getting paid
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■  All the finer things designer jeans I'm getting paid
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