KOTA The Friend Always Lyrics

[Kota the Friend:]

Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up

Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up

Fuck a bag up, tell ’em back up, call me nuts

Tell ’em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah

Woke up in my bag

Only focused on my path

They have kicked me at my lowest

Now they hit me like my bae

Hear that birdie sing that song

Ain’t no kick drum but it slap

My lil’ baby love me long

I got these blessings in my lap

My niggas hungry like it’s Ramadan

Shooters like it’s columbine

Comin’ for that gudda like they never seen a dollar sign

Take my forty acres

Got a bullet for my slaver

You could keep the fuckin’ papers

Pull that trigger, bitch, you outta time

Young nigga from the East Coast

Been livin’ like I got a cheat code

Hittin’ people with the free gang

Keep three friends like Migos

See feds through peepholes

I peep game and keep on

See me runnin’ to the sunset

I’ma blow this shut up like a C4

Like yeah, I got the drip

Give me a band, I’m makin’ it flip

Give me a hand, we takin’ a trip

My shorty a dime, got me a ten

Yes, I really lived

If I do broke, I swear I’ll still be rich

And when you haters check up on me

Know that I’ma still be this

Top-down in my old hood, it’s a good day

Nice smile but he no good what they all say

When I’m gone, know I’m still right with you always

Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway

Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up

Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up

Fuck a bag up, tell ’em back up, call me nuts

Tell ’em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah

[KYLE:]

Yeah, fucked up smile but the kid look great (Ah-yeah)

Yeah, that’s what they all say

But me being perfect? Give me a break

Maturity’s millions of miles aways (Phew)

All of these demons, they got to fight one

All of these hoes, they got to like one

My situation is a tight one

What I’m gon’ do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?

Not get the Porsche and make niggas say, “What? “?

Not give me daddy some Christian Dior?

Not give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?

Yeah, what’s weird to me, it appears to be like super lack of sincerity

From everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)

And that’s the shit that puts fear in me (Yeah)

It’s like niggas just can’t be real with me

Seriously, dude, KYLE? (Come on)

I be eatin’ bullshit with a smile

Nigga, I basically live in denial

Sayin’, “Oh, it ain’t so bad”

And tellin’ niggas I ain’t sad

Tellin’ niggas that they song ain’t trash

Tellin’ my girlfriend that I’m not mad

I’m just tired (I’m just tired, baby, honestly)

But then again, it’s like nigga I’m fired (Haha)

And I know there’s people with less

And to say I’m not blessed, man, I’d be a liar

Nigga, stop bein’ dramatic, it ain’t Broadway

I know I’m in good hands like All State

Sun or rain, joy or pain

I’m givin’ thanks always, always, always

[Kota the Friend (KYLE):]

Top-down in my old hood, it’s a good day (Always, always)

Nice smile but he no good what they all say (Leavin’ after that, yeah)

When I’m gone, know I’m still right with you always

Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway

Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up

Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up

Fuck a bag up, tell ’em back up, call me nuts

Tell ’em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah

[Kota the Friend:]

I’m back in the city, I rock and I Milly

Are you comin’ with me or not?

This shit goin’ silly, I’m comin’ from millies

I love when they give me the vibes

Did it again, did what I said

Wake up and get to the ends

This shit is rag, I don’t pretend

I sort that shit in my head

Used to kick it with the homies, yeah

Talk shit and sip Jack

Get drunk up in Coney, yeah

F train all the way back

We was duckin’ from police

I don’t ride with no phonies

If you real, then you show me

Know I’m real if you know me

People fake so I’m lonely, yeah

Give me a dap

I’m never wishin’ you bad

I hope you gettin’ your bread

I hope you gettin’ ahead

And nothin’ is settin’ you back

Yeah, yeah, I been that asshole

Still authentic asshole

If I show you love, you know it’s real as ever, asshole

Get it how you live it though

Polish up, my spirit’s low

Every day I’m findin’ somethin’ different that I’m livin’ for

Tryna tell my people they don’t gotta keep they ceilin’ low

Just keep your spirits high, keep on movin’ as you heal and grow

Top-down in my old hood, it’s a good day

Nice smile but he no good what they all say

When I’m gone, know I’m still right with you always

Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway

Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up

Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up

Fuck a bag up, tell ’em back up, call me nuts

Tell ’em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah