Myrtle Kota the Friend

[Verse 1]
I been drinking all day
Everywhere i go i be thinking bout you always
Downtown summer rolling in my mama foyer
Sneaking in the building, smoking sour in the hallway
It's over now
We older now
The poster child of the sky
I been on the clouds
It's all love, i stay true, it's all love
Getting money but we still the same, yeah
I just want the food, you can keep the fame, yeah
We came from the dirt, We came from the dirt (from the dirt!)
This ain't nothing local, this a different strain, yeah
OG told me don't be what you not though (what you not)
Appreciate what you already got bro (what you got)
Young and get your money, shorty get your bread (get your bread)
Nigga's rob they mama just to get ahead
Where you from G? Where you, where you from G?
Where you from G? Where you, where you from G?
They don't say much, they just let the gun speak (Ga Ga Ga)
Take you out yo kick's, call them Kyrie
All that young bull ever wanted was a gold chain
Riding though the city in a Benz, bumping ol' Ye
Fuck a 9 to 5, imma get this shit my own way
Fuck a trend homie, this my own wave
That's a fact