Lyrics Nola - Khary , Kota the Friend

Mama said eat your veggies
Mama said opinions won′t pay your rent
Mama said money won't make you rich
Mama said boy you better wash your dish
Fuck raw then raise your kids
Don′t do it if it make no sense
If they dip when you down then they ain't your friends
Stay you, don't obey no trends
Too much in my head
I ain′t got no time
Gotta get this bread
Gotta get this wine
Don′t bring up no drama when you hit me on my line
If it ain't the commas on my mama it′s declined
I don't drink no coca-cola
Soul is so like Motorola′s
Only want it if its Kosher
Not a hole, i'd rather nola
Darling, you know i am boring
I don′t like the club but you can stay and grab a cup
I'm just a nigga from New York
Yankee, fitted in my trunk
Took a minute now but i'm lit and now my city show me love
Brooklyn spread the love
Get your funds
Used to take the g and now we count em up
Broke a lot of hearts and all that i can say was i was young
Call me on my jack
All my nigga′s really got my back
Shorty got my heart
So i promise her that i′ll be back
If it feel like love, lil homie then it's probably that
If you got a feeling she a thottie, she probably that
Too much in my head
I ain′t got no time
Gotta get this bread
Gotta get this wine
Don't bring up no drama when you hit me on my line
If it ain′t the commas on my mama it's declined
Fuck up some commas
I′m just trying to make some racks i can spend on my mama
Small city had me feeling like i'm Napoleon [?]
But i ain't talking to no Tina′s and feeding no llama′s
And girls with sharks and piranha's
Hype beast′s and all pre Madonna's
Came a long way from a kid
Now i′m a man trying to stay who he is
But he say he's different, i′m not who i was
I can only affect how i exist in the present
The noblest king was a peasant
An hour can change in a second
The entrance is often the exit
I get in the plane, i need presents
So keep your bullshit, i'm a presence aye
Part of me is i'm partin′ seas
Not a ten man, all this heart in me is
I ran to the meter
Pay the parking fees
When you′re for the fence [?]
Chef and recipees
Till i rest in peace
Blood and elbow grease
Going hard to my final now
Y'all be draining the spinal tap
I′m still chewing on bottle caps
And i say
Fuck they rules and just do it your own way