Letra de B.Q.E - Kota the Friend

(Feat. Bas, Joey Bada$$)

Self-made, no flex, ooh

Self-paid, no debt, ooh

We ain't takin' no bets, lot of y'all full of regrets

Hate me and give me respect

Y’all playin' easy to get, I'm playin' Russian Roulette

Y'all sellin' out for the check

We holdin' out for the kids

Free black and don't flip

Gold ropes to hold cribs, low bread to whole loaves

Go hard or go home, go home and don't trip

Same block, same whip

Free as a bird, used to be runnin' from 12, live and you learn

Now we just flip 'em the bird

Poppy, yo, give me the word

Copy, I heard you, I step on the Myrtle, I'm on the wave now

Bet you got nothin' to say now

You better get out the way or better get comfortable catchin' this fade now

Stay in yo' lane, either you get on the train or watchin' the wave

There ain't no stoppin' the play

Hoppin' up out of the flames

Inkin' an island a day

Get your piece up on the board

Bought a crib by the lake

Still pull up in the fort, real comin' for the fake

Showin' love through the hate

Still tryna end a war, mama said I need a break

Maybe when I'm in the Forbes, generation's on the board

Generations in the bank, ayy

Ayy, is you gettin' on this train?

Miss it and you gon' be late

You could catch another wave

But we hoppin' on the B-Q-E

Doin' 90 on the B-Q-E

You could find me on the B-Q-E

Get behind me on the B-Q-E (Ayy, ayy, yuh, Badmon)

Yeah, yeah, hol' up, ayy

I pull up, I skrrt (Skrrt)

Drop top and I'm wearin' no shirt (Shirt)

She know I'm a flirt (Flirt)

One hand on the wheel, other hand up her skirt

She know I'm a mur (Mur)

I'm on the 2-7-8, back to the turf (God damn)

Been the old school like I'm servin' them work (Ayy, ayy)

When I'm local, I be goin' bezerk (Ayy-ayy)

Hit up Whole Foods, might back up the club for the fuck of it

Talk in my back and then go, she be lovin' it

Stopped at the hood and you know I be tuckin' it

None of my niggas can fuck with the government

They just be thuggin' it, I just be playin' it smart (Playin' it, playin' it smart)

I don't be judgin', I'm playin' my part

Show the fake love and then play with your heart

Gotta learn to just play with the cards you're dealt

These niggas too hard on they-self

Niggas too hard to offer them help

I don't work too hard for all of this wealth

For the first two bars for how all of it felt

Ayy, still in the field like NFL

Or MLB playin’ center field

Prayin' on the day, just take the wheel

Ayy, is you gettin' on this train?

Miss it and you gon' be late

You could catch another wave

But we hoppin' on the B-Q-E

Doin' 90 on the B-Q-E

You could find me on the B-Q-E

Get behind me on the B-Q-E (It's Bassy)

Yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy

For every day I made doubters, I made dollars

'Cause my borough, it gave knowledge

How the city move, y'all better pay homage

I don't pity you niggas that make comments to create drama

You gon' find them tryna go viral

Judge, jury, execution, no trial

Eyes sinkin', deep sleep, watch them bitches creep

Streets making hoes vile

I'm from Queens where they line you up with a cold smile

And the whole time you be thinkin', "Damn, that bitch so fine,"

"Oh, my," she not

Born in a ditch and you die in a box

But I'm on a mission, a man of ambition

My latest addition, retire my Pops

So anyone threaten, I'm firin' shots

Ayy, is you gettin' on this train?

Miss it and you gon' be late

You could catch another wave

But we hoppin' on the B-Q-E

Doin' 90 on the B-Q-E

You could find me on the B-Q-E

Get behind me on the B-Q-E

Yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy

Geez, what means everything to me, um

Fresh flowers in my clean room, having family dinners

Making my friends laugh, being happy

Going to the gym, sometimes, um

The sun that's shining, beers with my roommates and

Music

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