[Intro: Stevie Wonder]
Good morn' or evening friends
[Verse: Kota the Friend]
I really don't regret shit
I been through a lot of things, I accept it
Scheming on my demons for a minute 'cause I used to resent them
But now we on the Ultralight Beam to the heavens nigga
Weatheres 25 but it feel like 27 winters
Mad 'cause I'm never bitter, I came up from sabotage
And now they make the stink face all through my catalogue
Got 'em all focused, they callin' me adderall
Say I got lucky but I never had a dog
I never had a handout, lotta, "We'll pass," and "Maybe next time,"
Fuck a blog, and I ain't rappin' to get signed
The only thing I'm signing is an autograph
Callin' every play, I'm the coach and the quarterback
Talkin' 'bout life, I don't gotta say I slaughter tracks
I just do it and mix it in with the true shit
Do it for the women on the WIC line
Do it for the kid who been sleepin' on the six line
Do it for my great great great great grand
Who got raped by a white man and made us tan
Yo it's a relay, and I'ma take us all to the chip
That baton in the grip
Got the stories of my ancestors all in the BIC
Showin' love when I'm coughin' and sick
I'm showin' up 'til it's coffin and six, you can't stop me
My voice heard in project buildings to corporate lobbies
City park, chasin' my youngin' is where you'll find me, love
Good morn' or evening friends
[Verse: Kota the Friend]
I really don't regret shit
I been through a lot of things, I accept it
Scheming on my demons for a minute 'cause I used to resent them
But now we on the Ultralight Beam to the heavens nigga
Weatheres 25 but it feel like 27 winters
Mad 'cause I'm never bitter, I came up from sabotage
And now they make the stink face all through my catalogue
Got 'em all focused, they callin' me adderall
Say I got lucky but I never had a dog
I never had a handout, lotta, "We'll pass," and "Maybe next time,"
Fuck a blog, and I ain't rappin' to get signed
The only thing I'm signing is an autograph
Callin' every play, I'm the coach and the quarterback
Talkin' 'bout life, I don't gotta say I slaughter tracks
I just do it and mix it in with the true shit
Do it for the women on the WIC line
Do it for the kid who been sleepin' on the six line
Do it for my great great great great grand
Who got raped by a white man and made us tan
Yo it's a relay, and I'ma take us all to the chip
That baton in the grip
Got the stories of my ancestors all in the BIC
Showin' love when I'm coughin' and sick
I'm showin' up 'til it's coffin and six, you can't stop me
My voice heard in project buildings to corporate lobbies
City park, chasin' my youngin' is where you'll find me, love
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