Island Man

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kota the Friend] Fuck the world, I don't need friends I can do this shit alone, same way I came in It's the only way my cynicism intend to make sense Cause ain't nobody by you when you trying to make rent When a dollar hard to find, when you trying to scrape cents Just to get a small meal when the living get real, yo Backstabbers in the shadows Used to be naive, now I got them on my maps bro I dodge 'em like the toll roads and I don't even fully trust the app yet Fuck banks keep the real money in my mattress Cause I don't trust no one, and I don't need a cosign Trying to get they fingers in my gold mine And I believe in myself even when the world don't And I don't need to worry about the weak links Standing on my O-line I read the gaps closed and create my own holes Third string winning titles on his own, dog [Chorus: Kota the Friend] I be on my island 'Cause niggas always coming at your soul Praying that one day you gonna fold, dog I be on my island Cause people finna stab you in the back In your face steady putting on an act, so I be on my island Cause everybody playing fucking games So we all look at everybody strange, dog I be on my island Cause I be sick and tired of the garbage Hop into my ship and I be off this [Verse 2: Blu] First we was only after G's like the letter H Then we was only after meals like we never ate Only thing after bills is the trill face And the thrill only tastes better when it's with the grill Grace in your face like a hundred mill Hungry meals was the hundred year milk How do you feel in the field when it's real And them bills make you feel like you drowning in your own house Blowing clouds, I might go mouth on the mountain Counting all my blessings trying to tell it to my hot men Muhammad, Mandela, Malcolm, Martin And still can't fit all the merits in the margin I be having thoughts of becoming a farmer Getting married or being a single father for my daughter I bought her all the water on the planet And put it on a song in case she ever gets stranded [Chorus: Kota the Friend] I be on my island Cause niggas always coming at your soul Praying that one day you gonna fold, dog I be on my island Cause people finna stab you in the back In your face steady putting on an act, so I be on my island Cause ever body playing fucking games So we all look at everybody strange, dog I be on my island Cause I be sick and tired of the garbage Hop into my ship and I be off this [Verse 3: Kota the Friend] These fools mad shameless That's why best friends become strangers Always gotta watch for the danger Everybody suspect, all I see is snakes So I keep my hair straight till I passing through the days I be dolo, brim bank kicking in my dojo Free spirit living like I'm Yoko Small town full of small minds moving slow-mo Stuck in the moment, still staring at a photo, it's all the same I be on a plane with a knapsack Looking at the clouds moving mad fast Driving on the 99 going 85 in the Saab Switching lanes on the California high Island man in full effect My current being forced is no regrets I make tunes, sleep, water, bread And live free of every complex Dropping out the contest Hoping you don't take me out of context [Chorus: Kota the Friend] I be on my island Cause niggas always coming at your soul Praying that one day you gonna fold, dog I be on my island Cause people finna stab you in the back In your face steady putting on an act, so I be on my island Cause ever body playing fucking games So we all look at everybody strange, dog I be on my island Cause I be sick and tired of the garbage Hop into my ship and I be off this [Outro: Kota the Friend] I be on my island Cause niggas always coming at your soul Praying that one day you gonna fold, dog I be on my island Cause people finna stab you in the back In your face steady putting on an act, so I be on my island Cause ever body playing fucking games So we all look at everybody strange, dog I be on my island Cause I be sick and tired of the garbage Hop into my ship and I be off this I be on my island Cause niggas always coming at your soul Praying that one day you gonna fold, dog I be on my island Cause people finna stab you in the back In your face steady putting on an act, so I be on my island Cause ever body playing fucking games So we all look at everybody strange, dog I be on my island Cause I be sick and tired of the garbage Hop into my ship and I be off this