Beijing Kota the Friend

[Verse 1]
Autumn in the Stuy
Textin' from the watch
Hoodies with the shorts, couldn’t tell me I ain't fly
Peace hittin' different
Dreams turn to missions
Family first, livin’ 'til I'm sleepin' with the fishes
Grown man era, socks with the sandals
Reel goin', Hit-Boy choppin' up the samples
Hennessey and Spades
Chattin' 'bout a 401k
Wishin’ I could do it all in one day
I’m on my get money, go missin'
Give it to the cores with the cameras off, no gimmicks
Pour into my kids ’til they notice that there's no limits
If you start sum, you finish
It won't be no quittin'
Heavy on the if it ain’t makin' noises then don't fix it
One strike, you out of the inner circle, there's no slippin'
If this shit ain't addin' no kinda value I won't miss it
One spark could set it on fire and I need no friction
Never takin' shit for granted 'cause you blink and it goes
I'm only matchin' love, niggas havin' beef on they own
People bickerin' 'bout all this shit they think that they know
We only kickin' it with people that could think on they own
I been waterin' my grass, know it's greener than most
Tradin' seasonal depression for the seasonal growth
I'm a staple in the hood, I'm keepin' 'em close
Still level up, reefer to cope