Letra de YUMA - Kota the Friend

Six deep

Rollin' trees

In the back seat

Ugh

Blackboys

Gettin g's over rap beats

Ugh

Overseas

Bitch please

I don't seen a whole half planet

Running the whole gamut

Hustle for my bread

A nigga done known famine

Wisdom in my dreads

It's heavy but I manage

Cody in the cockpit

Running the ship

Real Inglewood nigga

You ain't fuckin' with him

We on way to the A

Sold out in the bay

The bro price hold it down when we get to LA

AK, bring the vibes it don't matter to state

My boy Ty hella fly

And it never be fake

Yeah

Black excellence

All about the path

You could miss me with the extra shit

I don't use the C-word

We don't need a pessimist

I was fifteen in the kitchen with the Mexicans

Niggas is my brethren

Me and marc from the city that don't sleep

Don't speak if you don't know a winter with no heat

My og, met a good woman, she so keen

I love to see my niggas drink water and grow green

Great great grandma was picking the cane

The shit is inane

My lineage, remember the pain

I'm gettin' us paid

Nothing finna' get in my way

A nigga free

Never living enslaved

Until I'm digging my grave

Give a fuck about your expectations

Every day we having celebrations

Revelation after revelation

I see the struggle like tuition for the education

Came far from a G train

On the block watching dopeheads freebase

I don't even trip when I see hate

Nothin' really gettin' to me these days

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