KOTA The Friend - Alkaline lyrics

[Verse 1] Lately I just say I'm outta town Cause I don't really care to be around I been making up for my mistakes I've been through a lot, I need a break More life, Never caught Wrong place at the wrong time I ain't had no chicken in a long time I ain't seen my youngin' in a fortnight Got a demon triggering the porch light Oh nah! Stay alone cause a lot of y'all the faux kind I don't trust you if you tell me that you don't lie Asking how I'm doing, yeah I'm doing fine Don't you know the foolish always grow wise Capetown with the kinfolk, we don't play around Grandma was on the slave ship but we home now Mama do not work the grave shift, she in Rome now USA be on that bullsh**, better go now Aye! Homie why you stressing, We got one foot in the grave Brother get your money, get yo a** up on the plane Why you with this women if you know she playing games? Why you with this n***a if he treat you like you lame? [Chorus] Let go. You ain't gotta hold on no more If you got a good thing, go for it We ain't with the bad things no more Yo, you gotta let go. Let go! You ain't gotta hold on no more If you got a good thing, go for it We ain't with the bad things no more [Verse 2] They be saying Karma is a b**h, ah But I don't let them talk about my friends, nah You was taking people from their kids, now you bitter cause I'm chillin' with my kin now, wow I don't eat if I didn't pull it from the ground Gotta a lot of love so I give to the crowd Man I swear my great, great Grandma would be proud We ain't pickin' cotton, I'm the n***a with the crown {Excerpt} "Thank you very much, its uh, privilege and a honor to be a in the white intellectual ghetto of the West" [Verse 3] In the car, in LA on the 99 Sunrise, Red Sky, Ambience Bad days, Rear view, and they stay behind PH 'round 9, livin' alkaline Black boy, You could be what you want to be You the one that carry that baton when they come for me Came from, the concrete that's a fizzy fact Came up, clear streams in the grizzy gra** [Outro] Keepin' it honest They try to k** you, I promise They do it all for the commas I stay alive for my children, I don't be trustin' they doctors Politicians is phony, they be villians, imposters They gonna tell you its gold, but show it really be copper And they don't want you tappin' into all that spirit inside us They want you chasin' the carrot Want you fiendin for pradas They want you sick til you vomit Cause you no use when you concious