[Intro]
(Statik Selektah)
[Verse 1: Kota the Friend]
Rainy day in Long Beach, gotta thank Jah for it
Sunny days comin’, you just gotta stay alive for it
If it held me down, then you know I’m makin’ time for it
Only way that you appreciate it, if you grind for it
Lemon trees everywhere
Love, hate, struggle, and nerve, that’s what led me here
Think I’m on your level, but nah, you just met me there
I sorta climbed in it, you bitchin’ that there’s too many stairs
Kept it transparent, it’s easy when you already clear
Day at a time
I’m only positive as evеrything I say in my mind
I treat adversity like it’s my univеrsity love
So if it pass me the baton, I’ma take it in stride
I’m in a Subaru Forester
Even in Morocco, I don’t feel like I’m a foreigner
Everywhere is home, Barcelona feel like Florida
Prayin’ on my fall just to see a nigga fallin’ up
Gotta do it for the love
[Chorus: Kota the Friend]
Hold me down, I’ll hold you down
When they come around, I stand my ground
Hit me up, I got your back
Nigga, drop a pin, I’m on the route
You can’t tell me nothin’ ’bout bro
If he got my back when I’m low
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout? Shut your mouth
Dumb motherfuckers so goddamn loud
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[Verse 2: Shane Eagle]
It’s the return of the young assassin
Double-packin’, rapper blastin’ (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Motherfucking captain, nice to meet you
You know the tongue is sharper than the swords of Yoshimitsu
So tread lightly
Y’all doin’ too much
I could make a million in my plain Nikes
It’s not the shoe, it’s just y’all niggas ain’t nothin’ like me
I’m one in a million
The alpha one, the holy one
The one of the one
The son of the sun, I kept on when I was really young
Fans waitin’ for the album, I’m sayin’ fuck the world
And I’m about to come drop a bomb
Ayy, I just went safe house
I just pulled out all of my verses that I never played y’all
You lucky to hear it, but rappers not safe now
I was havin’ trouble sleepin’, fucked around and ated the beat (Yeah)
I just went marvelous, they on the honor shit, this is Tha Carter shit, look (Ooh)
I’m pennin’ this verse with views of the Eiffel
Shout out Jamaica, Africa, still like the Holy Bible
I’m rappin’ for my people like I spit in tribal
Swahili, ase o
Incense burnin’, I’m pushin’ it through the threshold
Yo (Yo, yo)
I’m back in the sky where I reside
My god at the top, he never lie
Still gettin’ high, watchin’ time fly
Young Eagle the GOAT for the meanwhile
[Chorus: Kota the Friend]
Hold me down, I’ll hold you down
When they come around, I stand my ground
Hit me up, I got your back
Nigga, drop a pin, I’m on the route
You can’t tell me nothin’ ’bout bro
If he got my back when I’m low
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout? Shut your mouth
Dumb motherfuckers so goddamn loud
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