Always (feat. Kyle & Braxton Cook)

Kota The Friend

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    Love is love, Sun is up, fuck it up
    Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up
    Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts
    Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah

    Woke up in my bag
    Only focused on my path
    They have kicked me at my lowest
    Now they hit me like my bae
    Hear that birdie sing that song
    Ain't no kick drum but it slap
    My lil' baby love me long
    I got these blessings in my lap
    My niggas hungry like it's ramadan
    Shooters like it's columbine
    Comin' for that gudda like they never seen a dollar sign
    Take my forty acres
    Got a bullet for my slaver
    You could keep the fuckin' papers
    Pull that trigger, bitch, you outta time
    Young nigga from the east coast
    Been livin' like I got a cheat code
    Hittin' people with the free gang
    Keep three friends like migos
    See feds through peepholes
    I peep game and keep on
    See me runnin' to the sunset
    I'ma blow this shut up like a c4
    Like yeah, I got the drip
    Give me a band, I'm makin' it flip
    Give me a hand, we takin' a trip
    My shorty a dime, got me a ten
    Yes, I really lived
    If I do broke, I swear I'll still be rich
    And when you haters check up on me
    Know that I'ma still be this

    Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day
    Nice smile but he no good what they all say
    When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always
    Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway
    Love is love, Sun is up, fuck it up
    Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up
    Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts
    Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah

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    Yeah, fucked up smile but the kid look great (ah-yeah)
    Yeah, that's what they all say
    But me being perfect? Give me a break
    Maturity's millions of miles aways (phew)
    All of these demons, they got to fight one
    All of these hoes, they got to like one
    My situation is a tight one
    What I'm gon' do? Not go Gucci and blow for fun?
    Not get the Porsche and make niggas say, what??
    Not give me daddy some christian dior?
    Not give me baby some Louis Vuitton? What?
    Yeah, what's weird to me, it appears to be like super lack of sincerity
    From everything I hold dear to me (fuck)
    And that's the shit that puts fear in me (yeah)
    It's like niggas just can't be real with me
    Seriously, dude, kyle? (come on)
    I be eatin' bullshit with a smile
    Nigga, I basically live in denial
    Sayin', oh, it ain't so bad
    And tellin' niggas I ain't sad
    Tellin' niggas that they song ain't trash
    Tellin' my girlfriend that I'm not mad
    I'm just tired (I'm just tired, baby, honestly)
    But then again, it's like nigga I'm fired (haha)
    And I know there's people with less
    And to say I'm not blessed, man, I'd be a liar
    Nigga, stop bein' dramatic, it ain't broadway
    I know I'm in good hands like all state
    Sun or rain, joy or pain
    I'm givin' thanks always, always, always

    Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day (always, always)
    Nice smile but he no good what they all say (leavin' after that, yeah)
    When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always
    Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway
    Love is love, Sun is up, fuck it up
    Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up
    Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts
    Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah

    I'm back in the city, I rock and I milly
    Are you comin' with me or not?
    This shit goin' silly, I'm comin' from millies
    I love when they give me the vibes
    Did it again, did what I said
    Wake up and get to the ends
    This shit is rag, I don't pretend
    I sort that shit in my head
    Used to kick it with the homies, yeah
    Talk shit and sip Jack
    Get drunk up in coney, yeah
    F train all the way back
    We was duckin' from police
    I don't ride with no phonies
    If you real, then you show me
    Know I'm real if you know me
    People fake so I'm lonely, yeah
    Give me a dap
    I'm never wishin' you bad
    I hope you gettin' your bread
    I hope you gettin' ahead
    And nothin' is settin' you back
    Yeah, yeah, I been that asshole
    Still authentic asshole
    If I show you love, you know it's real as ever, asshole
    Get it how you live it though
    Polish up, my spirit's low
    Every day I'm findin' somethin' different that I'm livin' for
    Tryna tell my people they don't gotta keep they ceilin' low
    Just keep your spirits high, keep on movin' as you heal and grow

    Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day
    Nice smile but he no good what they all say
    When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always
    Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway
    Love is love, Sun is up, fuck it up
    Get your cash up, get your ass up, run it up
    Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts
    Tell 'em catch up, get your racks up, yeah, yeah

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    Composition: Kota The Friend

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