Music Video

Music Video

Credits

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

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
From hand-me-downs to family trips
Out the country, teacher told me that I can't be shit
And then I made it and he told me that I can't be rich
Independent and you know how I'ma answer this
I'm a professional odds-beater
Never a gambling man, ball in the wrong sneakers
Still win it all, ****, will is a strong teacher
They love to yell they little two cents from the tall bleachers
Regular ****, they look at me like a Psalms preacher
This bitch over here gon' say she a darn diva
I looked and said, "So, ho" like we was on Bleecker
I could see your whole truth like I'm a palm reader
Billionaire Boys Club, baby, we all eager
It's crazy I did everything I said I would
House by the riverside, house by the beach
And a condo in the city mine
Thirty on my passport, feeling like I'm fifty-nine
I'm a mobile light, you ain't gotta give me shine
Lot of pain, struggle, and resilience living in these lines
Never would've even made a head with a wimpy spine
Clown **** still in the sewer, I call 'em Pennywise
Dudes really know me don't go against me, it's never wise
Seeing how I did the impossible way too many times
Never worked well with a ceiling, you gotta let me fly
Still living good through the drama, you **** getting by
Bye
Written by: Kota the Friend
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