Contact - Caleborate, KOTA The Friend

I could feel the sin in my lungs

The magic in my skin

The weight on my heart

The flame on my pen

The chip on my shoulder that’s stacking on ten

The blunt in my hand help me run from my friends

Oh you got a problem that shit happens often

Shouldering that tryna chase my dreams it’s so exhausting

And I got haters tryna act like there ain’t

Shit in they closet, well since we here Imma empty mine out

Let’s visit my house, no words really spoke

Just me and aunty workin to dig ourselves out of holes

I wake up everyday and roll what I got left

And if I run out I know theres some on her shelf

I know that’s fuckin low but fuckin low is where im dwellin

I gotta make it now because if I don’t theres no tellin

I was twenty-four still sleepin on floors, sneakin girls in, still peakin

through doors

They say I’m slatted to make it that’s not on this bank statement

But I never even hear them, real men stay patient

I been here 5 years grindin harder than you think man

So if, pullin me down is even close to what you thinkin

Just know I’m not afraid to die for the shit I believe in

Im gon stay forever you the one that’s gone be leavin, Im gon be heatin up and

you the one that’s gon be steamin

I realize when I wake my peace of mind might be in danger

I feel deep in my heart my biggest haters aren’t strangers

I feel they energy they judging me for claiming

But it meant to me what Oakland meant to when he was fourteen