The Way Kota the Friend

[Intro]
I gotta make some paper, boy
Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh
Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-oh
Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh
Uh, yo

[Chorus]
Live my life the way I want
Do my thing the way I want
Live my life the way I want
They way I want, uh, yo

[Verse 1]
Mamma told me I'm already rich
You don't gotta strugle mentally over the petty shit
A lot of people acting like they tryna win the Emmy
But you always keep a smile, and they love you cause you genuine
Got that lil' Kota, catch me on a podcast
Too true for most, everyday I be a combat
You just spent my last 10 dollars on a dime bag
Now I'm dropping gems, 'bout to take this shit beyond rap
High school dreams told you all about the Peace Corps
Told me that they rape another lands for the resource
All about the money in the country where you free
Or you dyin' in the street by the hands of the police
Ain't nothing more ironic than an African marine
On the frontline fighting for the capital regime
Livin' in the system full of demons
I be lookin to the heavens
Tryna figure out a reason
But I never do