January - KOTA The Friend, Childish Major, Sylvan Lacue

Lemonade on a Sunday

Palm Trees on my runway

Hunnid 50 on the avenue

(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

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

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)

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

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 motions, 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

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