Letra de VIETNAM - Kota the Friend

Money in the mattress bro

6 figures on the taxes hoe

For my people still trappin'

I guess we both rapping dope

No options, they gotta sell crack and coke

They scratch for hope

Rap was for blacks to cope

My granddaddy was in Vietnam

Couldn't keep his mind

Saw his homie blown to bits, didn't see the bomb

When he passed, I just hope he had some peace of mind

I really hope he live forever with the peace of God

I think about em all the time

How I really ain't nothing on my own

Just a link in the chain

A peak in the wave

I speak for a slave

I'm deep in the cave

See my hand reach

From the grave

They feenin' for fame

My nigga I'm the least entertained

I'm raising the bar

I used to try to drink it away

My mamma never been more proud of me

Living with intention and firm with all my boundaries

Even if you got it out for me, I'm on my alchemy

If I had a dollar for all the people that doubted me

I'd count up all my family, give em all a house a piece

Oprah in this bitch

Take what you need

We attracting, never chasing the dream

The universe is listening

So boy you better say what you mean

Shoot ya shot, aim high and hope you stay on the green

My peace cost my insecurity

I'm paying the fee

I swear my youngin is my protege

I'm giving him game

I'm giving him range

I'm feeling his pain

I fill in the blanks

I'm getting on the healing today

I built it my way

He figured out

The cieling is fake

The village is great

I wanna see him kill it with grace

And my daughter that's my lil twin

Fuck a gender role

She ain't accepting how it is

She gonna set the tone

Black and educated, yes baby, get ya own

My mamma strong. Love to see these women gettin' bold

If he really love you then he won't upset ya goals

The whole team essential

1 piece missing and then the shit stop clicking

I gotta get the whole click in

Till we all got riches

It isn't all bout business

It's really more bout vision

Always putting the mission before the ego

Shoutout to my amigos

I love to see y'all niggas win

China we coming

We wasn't posed to be nothing

We in Australia, petting kangaroos

Haters gon love it

Out in Saudi with the sheik

Niggas treat us like cousins

We only moving to the beat that we drumming

We all want it

More wealth to ya!

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