Kota the Friend feat. KYLE & Braxton Cook - Always Lyrics

Lyrics Always - Braxton Cook , Kota the Friend , KYLE



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
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
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
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



Writer(s): Avery Marcel Joshua Jones, Braxton Cook, Kyle Thomas Harvey


Kota the Friend feat. KYLE & Braxton Cook - EVERYTHING
Album EVERYTHING
date of release
22-05-2020




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