January

Lyrics

[Intro: KOTA the Friend] Lemonade on a Sunday Palm Trees on my runway Hunnid 50 on the avenue [Verse 1: KOTA the Friend] (Yeah) This one for all the people that wish me bad I wonder what I did to put you this deep in your bag And half y'all niggas I never met in my life And the other half of y'all mad cuz I'm making it and you hated it's sad I got a kid and he need me like on some real shit So I don't really got a choice, I gotta kill shit And I just say that to say that y'all niggas silly And all of this negativity I ain't willing to deal with If you don't feel a type of way, then it ain't about you If you ain't throwing the dirt on my name how could I doubt you It be the people that's dappin you on the regular, spreading rumors Chattin et cetera drama peddlers ah While y'all chattin I'm first class And while y'all hated I ascended far from that dirt path And all I want is peace because I spent all my previous days in misery Depressed, mad, and bitterly hurt, I made it work You can do it too [Chorus: KOTA the Friend] Good day it's a good day Hunnid K on a good thang Count the blessings on the wake up Give a fuck about a hater Shine sun better shine son Just be ready when your day come Do good and be wise son Just coming for the fake ones [Verse 2: Childish Major] You gotta get over being used to how hurt hatin and broke feel Flying over all of the fields I used to push uphill Find a friend while fighting all this shit I used to run from Hear no speak no see no evil when the check is mad dumb Oh you mad huh like pastor when the plate get passed on huh Everybody searching for a way to latch on (yuh) Remember riding Rico's it was treated like I'm royal You tried hard to be hood and they just see you like you boil That's four though like hot boil's overrated being cool though, just cool off Remember being down like for speeding me black and blue Till I focused in on the green this ain't a dream bruh You can do it (too) [Chorus: KOTA the Friend] Good day it's a good day Hunnid K on a good thang Count the blessings on the wake up Give a fuck about a hater Shine sun better shine son Just be ready when your day come Do good and be wise son Just coming for the fake ones [Verse 3: Sylvan LaCue] Back and forth with my conscience, how should I honor you ? I divide what's dishonorable, I took strides to oblige every promise Mass of a molecule, how could you not be proud of who I've become ? I've begun courses to mend these broken bridges My wish is to wish you well, survive the drought, wishing wells Heated emotions, we didn't focus, stuck on emotion and missed a cell They say if you look at an elephant close up, you'll never see all you're supposed to Hindsight, I cut you off with no discussion pardon my choke Nah fuck all that choke up Hold up, no tears for your true intentions It might've took years to reveal your fears but I ain't here to approve your interests, I'm cool on itches Niggas love taking miles and running back to you food on benches If that's you whole life and never get a quarter back Andre Johnson'll perform wide receiver But I ain't call for that, it's more than that It's better to give so instead of the rib I spread food for thought and pray your car reacts A final blessing Nobody owe you a thing in this world Money or wealth, security love, division or health Do better for you and nobody else You owe it all to yourself Wise Up [Outro: Chris Scholar] Cuz I don't got no shine might just keep doing my thang I don't really feel energy like that Wings, once we spread them we end up soaring Used to dream and then now I live it in the morning (yeah) They throwing shots at me I dodge it (yeah) Used to bang out in my basement Make grandmama hap- Rocking chill dreams to me rocking all these stages