Letra de Robben Island - Kota the Friend

Big told me fuck bitches get money

Hov told me that the money ain't a thang

Kanye said wait till I get my money right

Then you can't tell me nothin'

And then you lose it all

And you back where you came from

And now you face to face with your day ones

The sun goes away and the rain comes

The codeine fades and the pain comes

You having trouble picking your face up

You not rich if you don't got something that the world can't take

You got ranks that a war can't break

You got wealth that the Forbes can't rate

You so firm that your core can't shake

You got a smile that the poor can't fake

They tryna take your joy out your life

The good thing is you can take the noise out ya life

Let em hate. Never let them boys out ya lights

Play the game and you make a toy out your life

Always in the drama

Flexing in designer

Frontin' for the camera

Get this bitch a Oscar

Gotta show the fans love

Fixing up my posture

Hungry for approval

Eating all their lies up

Learning it was never bout the money though

Niggas really coming for your soul

Take the status and the roll

And the Pateq and the Rolls

And the mansion and the clothes

Knowing it'll make you fold

Nigga take it all

And I'ma smile

When it's loud

I can face it all

Stand my ground

Treat me foul

I just shake it off

You on the ground

And I'm praying that

You make it off

Ain't it ironic how they wanna see me down

And I can only see em when I'm looking down

We been sleeping in and cooking out

Shoot straight like my rook is out

Views great. Glad we took the route

Freedom fighters aren't looking south

Niggas wonder how we good in droughts

Heaven only knows. So many Blessings, that I couldn't count

Devil nested in my trees till

I shook em out

My fire put a third degree on people tryna put it out

You only hurting you son

Preying on me and I'm praying that you grew some

Don't trip, know it's win some, lose some

All about the giveback, get some

Do some

Perfection is overrated

And I ain't done fucking up just yet

Hate my guts while you cut that check

I left the slums, I ain't come back yet

By the beach when I come back west

Told the press, no comment

Can we have a minute of your time

Don't got it

Lie, cheat, put it on the street, no hiding

Niggas always coming for my peace. So toxic

To breach my profits

Kill and die for

Money and power

I walk away when it's funny and sour

I'm a simple kinda man, you can

Show me that you love me with flowers

I'm dead broke if you want me for dollars

I got the look of Mandela

All these years in a prison

Still I fair better

Even in the craziest conditions I'ma thrive still

Hit you with a smile still

Knowing there's a reason im alive still

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