Brooklyn Bodega Kota the Friend

[Verse]
Where you at? Where you been?
On the tour, with the fam
N*gga where, like you care
I'm the man, it's a fact, got my brand on my hat
From New York, not L.A
MTA with the pack
Mary Jane in my sock, 30 bags for the kids
In the school getting high, on the roof by the bridge
Myrtle Ave, all the time. From the fort to the suy
Clinton hill, where i'm from. Barber shop, show me love
Never change though

[Verse]
Lot of people caught up in the fame though
Doubted you and look how far you came though
And now they bitter cus I stay gone
Everybody love me when I came home, YUH!
ACG's like YUH!
Chopped cheese like YUH!
Bronto leaf inside the blunt
Buildings smelling like a skunk
Bodega credit A1

[Chorus]
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for my day ones
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for my haters
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for my day ones
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for my haters
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for my day ones
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for my haters
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for my day ones
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for my haters