Kota:[Verse 1]
Born in 96'
Raised in the city
Where they go and hit a lick
Where the girls are thin but thick in the waist
Where the freaks will let you eat
But they love to ride the face
Uh
Over here you're not safe
This is Englewood
South side is the place
Remember days when you go outside and play
Now you gotta watch your back everyday just to be safe
Smell like cocoa butter & black soap
Cops pull you over just to get some of that dope
Nowadays niggas want a bit of clout
Just to get some hoes
When they haven't matured out
Uh
Some go for the wealth
Some stay away from the love and the belt
Snot nose kid with the hole in their sock
CTA bus drivers tripping over a dollar at the bus stop
Watch for these niggas that you hang with
I don't have no trouble calling Za for the same shit
If you got a hundred
Niggas stay on your same dick
Tight on your chest like a extra small fitted
(Uh, Damn)
These days these niggas claim their mix
They all the same with these dreads and shit
But they can't wash their ass unless they all trying to hit it get it
(That's Kota)
I remember when I drunk some Alize
My mind is going back
Telling me I got to pay
But they want you in the state
So you can sleep in their grave
(Damn)
Their just too quick to call a ho their babe
This generation is ignorant
They stay with that metal tool
I ain't got time for bullshit I'm trying to finish school
Born in 96'
Raised in the city
Where they go and hit a lick
Where the girls are thin but thick in the waist
Where the freaks will let you eat
But they love to ride the face
Uh
Over here you're not safe
This is Englewood
South side is the place
Remember days when you go outside and play
Now you gotta watch your back everyday just to be safe
Smell like cocoa butter & black soap
Cops pull you over just to get some of that dope
Nowadays niggas want a bit of clout
Just to get some hoes
When they haven't matured out
Uh
Some go for the wealth
Some stay away from the love and the belt
Snot nose kid with the hole in their sock
CTA bus drivers tripping over a dollar at the bus stop
Watch for these niggas that you hang with
I don't have no trouble calling Za for the same shit
If you got a hundred
Niggas stay on your same dick
Tight on your chest like a extra small fitted
(Uh, Damn)
These days these niggas claim their mix
They all the same with these dreads and shit
But they can't wash their ass unless they all trying to hit it get it
(That's Kota)
I remember when I drunk some Alize
My mind is going back
Telling me I got to pay
But they want you in the state
So you can sleep in their grave
(Damn)
Their just too quick to call a ho their babe
This generation is ignorant
They stay with that metal tool
I ain't got time for bullshit I'm trying to finish school
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