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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kota the Friend
Kota the Friend
Vocals
Bettye Swann
Bettye Swann
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Avery Marcel Joshua Jones
Avery Marcel Joshua Jones
Lyrics
Patrick Baril
Patrick Baril
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Statik Selektah
Statik Selektah
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah Yeah Yeah (Statik Selektah) Yeah No regrets, aimed for the stars and I Landed on the clouds, but I started out with less I look around the crib, and I notice how I'm blessed Shit is laughable, tears fallin', this must be gratitude People judge left and right, everyone is fallible Fuck the world, focus on the babies comin' after you Middle finger to your opinion of me I'm livin' for the fam, all you niggas just livin' to please The boy is gifted, how I conjure these written with ease Pity had to close the arc on them, they didn't believe Give a fuck about a random nigga, my life is real Give a fuck about the fandom, nigga, I'm coppin' buildings Give a fuck about the Phantom nigga Fuck these hoes, 'cause my wife think I'm handsome, nigga That's a lesson if you takin' her for granted, nigga Took her 'round the world, then I took her to her home Then I copped her (yeah) a Jumeirah villa Life good, know the hate gon' come (hate gon' come) And real shit gon' bring fake love (fake love) And these days, everybody on the same shit (on the same shit) Seem like everybody on some fake shit (on same fake shit) I'm only singin' for the real ones (real ones), yeah All the one that show me real love (real love), yeah All the one that have they own mind (own mind) Give me freedom over fame, I ain't tryna play the game (yeah) Nah Tony Hawk 900, ride 'til the wheels fall Tickets for my granddad, always at the will-call Wish that you could see me though, I'm your reincarnation Yeah, I'm doin' good, but your great-grand' is goin' places We had to scrap for everything that we had That's why I'm coppin' flights left and right, where is you at? I'm still saving for a rainy day, used to have some hurricanes Lately, it's a drizzle because I live the California way And every time the rain come, I be like, "We needed it" Prayin' for the good, only work when you believe in it Steppin' on the porch, is it grass that I'm breathin' in? Boy, I'm from the city, every day is like I'm dreamin' it Plottin' on the money as a teen, I was schemin' it Sell a little weed from my jeans, I could see the shit Just like it was yesterday, crossroads led me where I'm at And it's a better day, I'm happy that I (yeah) get to say Life good, know the hate gon' come (hate gon' come) And real shit gon' bring fake love (fake love) And these days, everybody on the same shit (on the same shit) Seem like everybody on some fake shit (on same fake shit) I'm only singin' for the real ones (real ones), yeah All the one that show me real love (real love), yeah All the one that have they own mind (own mind) Give me freedom over fame (yeah), I ain't tryna (yeah) play the game (Yeah) nah (yeah) No complaints, I'm rippin' the beat with no restraint Livin' legend, nigga, I'm goated, it's really no debate If it had a kick, then I floated, I had to bit to drink The faces when I'm spittin' got me feeling like my shit do stink Straight passionate, bring me back to the back of the Knittin' factory, slum village, ray and neph', rum spillin' Circle cyph' soakin' up the game, we was just children Told 'em that I work so hard because I love chillin' Every single hero is destined to be someone's villain Do it for yourself and everyone that make you love livin' Can't please everyone Everyone's a critic when you doin' what they never done Thought they tripped me up and set me up for a better run I'm only tryna be a better dad, better son, better husband Safe space, if you need to chat, come in Door stay ajar just to let the love in (yeah) Life good, know the hate gon' come (hate gon' come) And real shit gon' bring fake love (fake love) And these days, everybody on the same shit (on the same shit) Seem like everybody on some fake shit (on same fake shit) I'm only singing for the real ones (real ones), yeah All the one that show me real love (real love), yeah All the one that have they own mind (own mind) Give me freedom over fame, I ain't tryna play the game Nah
Writer(s): Patrick Baril, Avery Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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