yuma - kota the friend lyrics
six deep
rollin’ trees
in the back seat
ugh
blackboys
gettin g’s over rap beats
ugh
overseas
b*tch please
i don’t seen a whole half planet
running the whole gamut
hustle for my bread
a n*gga done known famine
wisdom in my dreads
it’s heavy but i manage
cody in the c*ckpit
running the ship
real inglewood n*gga
you ain’t f*ckin’ with him
we on way to the a
sold out in the bay
the bro price hold it down when we get to la
ak, bring the vibes it don’t matter to state
my boy ty h*lla fly
and it never be fake
yeah
black excellence
all about the path
you could miss me with the extra sh*t
i don’t use the c*word
we don’t need a pessimist
i was fifteen in the kitchen with the mexicans
n*ggas is my brethren
me and marc from the city that don’t sleep
don’t speak if you don’t know a winter with no heat
my og, met a good woman, she so keen
i love to see my n*ggas drink water and grow green
great great grandma was picking the cane
the sh*t is inane
my lineage, remember the pain
i’m gettin’ us paid
nothing finna’ get in my way
a n*gga free
never living enslaved
until i’m digging my grave
give a f*ck about your expectations
every day we having celebrations
revelation after revelation
i see the struggle like tuition for the education
came far from a g train
on the block watching dopeheads freebase
i don’t even trip when i see hate
nothin’ really gettin’ to me these days
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