Beijing

Album cover art for "Beijing" by Kota the Friend

Kota the Friend - Rap, East Coast Rap

Beijing

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[Verse 1] Autumn in the Stuy Textin' from the watch Hoodies with the shorts, couldn't tell me I ain't fly Peace hittin' different Dreams turn to missions Family first, livin' 'til I'm sleepin' with the fishes Grown man era, socks with the sandals Reel goin', Hit-Boy choppin' up the samples Hennessey and Spades Chattin' 'bout a 401k Wishin' I could do it all in one day I'm on my get money, go missin' Give it to the cores with the cameras off, no gimmicks Pour into my kids 'til they notice that there's no limits If you start sum, you finish It won't be no quittin' Heavy on the if it ain't makin' noises then don't fix it One strike, you out of the inner circle, there's no slippin' If this shit ain't addin' no kinda value I won't miss it One spark could set it on fire and I need no friction Never takin' shit for granted 'cause you blink and it goes I'm only matchin' love, niggas havin' beef on they own People bickerin' 'bout all this shit they think that they know We only kickin' it with people that could think on they own I been waterin' my grass, know it's greener than most Tradin' seasonal depression for the seasonal growth I'm a staple in the hood, I'm keepin' 'em close Still level up, reefer to cope [Interlude] Hey Don't wait up, I'm always on my way If you still breathin' air then it ain't too late Well nothing's gonna change if we stay the same [Verse 2] Channelin' my Kobe It's lonely in the last mile Never gettin' cozy, thinkin' everything is rosy If ever you arrive You should prob'ly question if you dead or you alive There's a better you inside It's forward motion only Whatever you decide When you on the ground, who around beggin' you to rise? It's all about the village When everybody feelin' the embarrassment of riches you could really say you did it Polaroids on top o' the Great Wall You grew up with the corner boys pushin' the 8-ball Barely breakin' even, tryna beat the odds Lately I just pray for other people when I speak to God Got a photo book of all the shit I been through Places that I been to People that I click wit' Literature I'm into Trauma that I live wit' The shit I had to get through Love, I got a fistful Take a li'l witchu, for real (real, real, real, real, real)

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  • Kota the Friend
  • Hit-Boy