Ima Be Real Lyrics – Kodak Black

Read the full Ima Be Real lyrics by Kodak Black along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. In case you enjoyed this track, also check out other popular releases by Kodak Black like Inside I Suffer and Harlem Nights.

[Verse]
I’ma be real, I ain’t as tough I say I am, I’m so scared of going to hell
Killer look in the mirror and ask yourself, “Is you really tryna go to jail?”
Hell no, yeah I thought so
So stop living like you ain’t thinking ’bout tomorrow
Protect your health and it’d be selfish if you let the drügs get the best of you and prevent you from getting to witness all your child’s grow
That ain’t fair, but I’m balling by myself, you somewhere out there heart broke
Early September, last time we were together at the same hotel, damn, it’s been a minute you checked in with me
I was just so close to going broke, I feel that I was gon’ be right back drug dealing
Give me what you owe to me, I paid for your loyalty, no way you could give up on me
My house not home, won’t be here too long, heard the good die young
I pray I could see fourty three, but ten more years is more than enough, get everything that I want

I’ma iced out reaper, the devil been busy, but I ain’t got time for him neither
Stayed in the rain, ain’t complain while they called fema, the pain in me deeper, s*it like Hurricane Katrina
Imagine me old, back hurting, in pain
I rather a n!gga bust my god damn brain
I stand with great affection waiting for you, babe
I move with good intentions through everything
And it seems everyone abandoned me
All I know, I lean on promethazine
All I know, you told me you’ll be there for me
So I come on this music, brought me refuge
Ran outta dope, it’s time to leave
Travel to mecca on my barefoot just to find peace
You sick and tired of sorry’s, crying on your diaries, I love you like mollies
It’s like it seem cool for people to play with my heart
Why is it enough to be a fool just to see who’s smart
I heard your cop put a voice recorder in your car
I was playing dumbo, but really you the retard
I don’t care if faking gon’ get you farther out here
I’ma live by and die by my honor
I should ballin and flickin on the time that you call dudes in jail
While I’m sitting in prison, if you get shot, I should kill
Say I’m a deadbeat and I’m not a good father
Yet you ain’t check up on me when my car burned
How you gon’ act like all your trauma ’cause of me?
Pu*sy ass hoe, you ain’t the only one that’s suffering