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conversations.value: Write me a song called 4th Quarter with the following description: Kodak Black is establishing his place as the hottest new hip hop artist in the game. The 16 year old self proclaimed “Chosen One” of the streets grew up in the Golden Acres projects of Pompano Beach, FL.He began rapping at the age of twelve with the group Brutal Youngnz. His favorite rapper was Lil Boosie. Kodak was inspired not only by Boosie’s style, but also by his success. Kodak thought if Lil Boosie could become successful in his career and make a living rapping, he could do the same. As his experience with music progressed, he became affiliated with the Kolyons, a popular local group from Broward County. As a teenager growing up without a father, Kodak learned very early that he would have to hustle to survive. He started robbing as a way to provide for himself and his family. After several run ins with the law, he was placed in a juvenile detention center a total of three times in one year and finally placed on probation. It was then that he decided to put all his time and energy into his music career with the help of Dollaz N Dealz ENT. The CEO of Dollaz N Dealz, A.D. Julien, saw a star quality in Kodak Black that he had never seen before. Kodak was wise beyond his years and had the ability to light up a room with his presence. He decided to invest in Kodak Black’s solo career and signed him to the DND label. On December 25, 2013 Kodak Black dropped his first mixtape titled, “Project Baby.” The response from the streets was so overwhelming that Kodak and the DND family started gaining nationwide exposure. Gaining this level of success at the age of sixteen has only motivated Kodak Black to grind harder. As he continues to gain exposure, he continues to set more trends and breaks more records. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Kodak Black]
  (
  K.E. on the Track
  )
  Kodak, Kodak Black
  Balling on these niggas
  Don't act like you don't know, pussy
  [Verse 1: Kodak Black]
  Me and Momo riding in a Chevy (We sittin' high)
  Say my neck 'bout to break, my chain too heavy (It boutta break)
  Rebirth of Lou Scott Makaveli (Ooh, purp)
  Born stacking bread like the deli (I do, I've been ready)
  So you can take it where you want
  I'm kamikaze wanna try me? Suggest you don't
  Ooh, I told you, boy, I'm riding the donk
  Ooh, I got shooters posted by my door
  I'm from Da No, yeah I stay Polo to the floor
  Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
  From Golden Acres, what it is, it really ain't
  I'm lyrical and what I be saying gon' make you think
  I'm all in, I be solo, don't need no friends
  I fuck with Lil' Soto, that's my cuh-in-law, he get it in
  Lil' Jackboy, he just wrote me, that nigga he like my kin
  I be up all night on M's, I don't fuck around with no Xans
  Supercharged, I'ma hit the game like a ram
  You niggas lame with a lil' fame on Instagram
  I do my thing, I'm about to make you niggas flame
  Ain't holding back no more, I'm finna make you feel my rage
  Nigga please? Nigga what? Nigga who?
  You running your mouth, your lips bigger than your shoe
  Me and my pocket monster, us two, that's my crew
  E-Pimp, that's my blood, that's my thug, he bring it through
  Ooh, I'm about to make you niggas feel me (Kodak)
  Murder charge, fresh to death, I'ma make a killing (The dead flies)
  Ooh, I can turn your state into a city
  I'm a CEO, I can turn a Drake into a Diddy (Kodak)
  Ooh, 'bout to hit you niggas where it hurt
  Why you go so hard? Why they put Wayne head all on my shirt?
  I'm riding on 26 plus 4's, free Lil' Turk
  He just caught 30, that shit'll make me go berserk
  Punchline, I hit the beat with a jab
  The difference between me and you, I pull up in a Jag
  Fingers inching like a rash, fiending for that cash
  They say "Kodak living good but all his bitches bad"
  I ball so hard, my homie fouled 'em, my cast on
  I rob so much, I'm in the booth with my mask on
  Ooh, I'm riding in the coupe, I'm the truth
  That money running, I'm outchea chasing it, how about you?
  You should get on a track and chase it too
  I can turn a lake into a pool
  My diamonds shining, why your ice look like it's blue?
  While you out here lame vibing
  You should be out here grinding too
  They say time is money, I'm showing what timing do
  Say grind turn into shine, I'm showing what grinding do
  Lil' Kodak Black, I'm the truth
  Project baby, I'm the truth [Verse 2: One Grand]
  You ever get the feeling that time is now to make a killing?
  But you the only one that's standing 'round here with a vision
  Everybody knows somebody, knows somebody, knows somebody different
  That's what I'm tryna tell my people
  But my people don't wanna listen
  We was brought up in a city where niggas, they hate on niggas
  Bitches, they hate on bitches, and all of us is on assisted
  Ain't watching my neighbor's paper
  'Cause that ain't none of my business
  Niggas can't get it in 'cause they worrying bout how I'm living
  Me, I'm my competition
  Me hit me on a mission
  Me, I gotta get me, so I'ma make me be consistent
  Fuck it, I'm all in, ain't doubting God's plans
  Time's hard, but I know it get easy in the end
  23, I'm the man, I'm the fucking bird nigga
  I done seen more chickens than Kentucky Fried Chicken
  Ain't falsifying facts
  Ask a nigga in my city who the first one to get 'em, to get down with them triggers
  I am only one man but a different kind of nigga
  Left the game without a stain like a fucking placekicker
  Anything, any lane, any time I'ma get it
  Put my all in it, when it's empty fall in it, fill it
  Go hard from the start, from the start to the finish
  Done it all, college ball, worked a job, ran a business
  Broke the law, broke a heart, broke my foot up in some niggas
  Stab me up and shoot me down, but you can't knock me off my pivot [Verse 3: Koly P]
  I'm a reaper, don't be hollering bout your people
  I got a stick, it's a fuck nigga beater
  Fucked the bitch 'cause I don't really need her
  I'm on point like I'm blowing on Keisha
  I get cheese like I'm going on pizza
  White girl, Ricki Lake, Mona Lisa
  Nigga go and get your people then
  Ain't nothing, ain't tripping, we can spend a band
  Yeah, niggas getting crossed every day
  I was taught every dog got his day
  When them bullets go to spark and the dog gotta lay
  Better hope to God he don't jump with the K
  Mr. DeLeon by the park they'll break
  When you getting money, fuck niggas gon' hate
  Only real can relate
  Four years in the state
  And I seen niggas break
  Better watch your mouth nigga, jumping on your case
  Niggas in disguise, they deciding off of hate
  Chain gang now dying 'bout the case
  Know some niggas lying locked behind gates
  Surrounded by them snakes
  They be all up in your face and
  Tryna talk the fire and crack on statements
  Don't pen the affidavit
  Man I shouldn't have to say this [Outro: One Grand]
  4th quarter and we down by two
  You gon' pass or shoot?
  It's 4th quarter and we down by two
  Is you gon' pass or shoot?
  It's 4th quarter, 4th quarter and we down by two
  Is you gon' pass or shoot?
  It's 4th quarter, 4th quarter and we down by two
  Is you gon' pass or shoot?
  Gatorade on the coach