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Kota the Friend
Kota the Friend
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Kota the Friend
Kota the Friend
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e madonna
e madonna
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Austin Marc
Austin Marc
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Lyrics

Where you at? I'm in my crib Like, what's the move? And who you with? I'm alone, but you can slide Fuck a day job, you can stay the night, like, ooh (yeah) I've been focused on the bottom line, like, ooh Boulder on my shoulder when I rhyme, like, ooh You know I be heavy on my grind, like, ooh Nothing really heavy on my mind like you Kid, I let the rain fill a bucket, got a new list Full of shit that's finna make a nigga too rich And if you talkin' 'bout emotions, I be useless Old news, I been focused on my new shit New chick, new car, new that, new this New hat, new jack, you back, no shit Me no relax, we back, we here We open gaps, we roam the map We coast to coast, you boast in raps You foes is foe, I hold the facts We grow through lows, I blow through flows, I'm home on tracks I fall, I rise, I dust my slacks I'm here for plaques, back to back to back I'm back on my bullshit, I was down bad They was kickin' me when I was on my ass Now I'm back on my bullshit, every day, I grow Meditatin' on the bluff when I'm low Said I'm back on my bullshit, dealin' with the shame Let it go and told the devil get away Now I'm back on my bullshit, glad I made it home I was low but you know I never fold, bitch, yeah Where you at? (Where you at?) Where you been? (Where you been?) It's been a while (it's been a while), where you live? (Where you live?) I copped a house (another one) once again (once again) Fell in love (fell in love) once again (once again) I got the clout (I got the clout), I got the ends (I got the ends) But now I smile (now I smile), I got some friends (I got some friends) I got a girl (shawty), she hella fine (she hella fine) I open up (I open up), sometimes I cry (sometimes I cry) That monkey been off my back, that money been on my line My baby's been getting love, my condo is organized I'm stickin' up for myself, I tell you what's on my mind No longer afraid of somebody stabbin' me from behind I'm showin' up every day, my motivation is pure I'm lettin' in all the pain, I'm openin' every door I keep it all in the frame, got everything on my porch I'm finally piecin' parts of the puzzle I thought I lost, like true shit I ain't gon' hold you, lately, I been on some new shit I got this feeling I don't know, yeah, what to do with So I'ma share it 'til I'm pushin' up the tulips And hit the track, bro Back on my bullshit, I was down bad They was kickin' me when I was on my ass Now I'm back on my bullshit, every day, I grow Meditatin' on the bluff when I'm low Said I'm back on my bullshit, dealin' with the shame Let it go and told the devil get away Now I'm back on my bullshit, glad I made it home I was low but you know I never fold, bitch, yeah Sun in the sky, this ain't America Online This is the real, fuck how you feel You only givin' me more shine Switchin' the wheels, fill up the tank Floor it and peel straight to the bank I'm on a yacht-yacht out in Italy In the summertime, you could feel the heat I'm a surfer nigga like Billabong They show me love when I'm in the street Lil' art dude with the illest songs I'm a unicorn in my industry, it's like Got bread, got soul, got peace and found home Good wife, good kid, good people in the crib Good music in the whip Good days in the front, devil's shrinkin' in the rear Move in love and not fear, show me love and don't stare I wish y'all ain't go here Now I'm all the way me, don't be mad 'cause I'm free On the beach with my peach, on the beach with my peace I believed in my dreams, grass cuttin' so green, bitch
Writer(s): Avery Jones, Eric Madonna, Austin Sardoni Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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