Alkaline (Explicit) - KOTA The Friend

Lately I just say I'm outta town

'Cause I don't really care to be around

I-I been making up for my mistakes

I've been through a lot I need a break

More life never call

Wrong place at the wrong time

I ain't had no chicken in a long time

I ain't seen my youngin' in a fortnight

Got a demon triggering the porch light oh nah

Stay alone 'cause a lot of y'all the faux kind

I don't trust you if you tell me that you don't lie

Asking how I'm doing yeah I'm doing fine

Don't you know the foolish always grow wise

Cape Town with the kinfolk we don't play around

Grandma was on the slave ship but we home now

Mama do not work the grave shift she in Rome now

U S A be on that bulls**t better go now

Ayy homie why you stressing we got one foot in the grave

Brother get your money get yo' a*s up on the plane

Why you with this woman if you know she playing games

Why you with this n***a if he treat you like you lame

Let it go you ain't gotta hold on no more

If you got a good thing go for it

We ain't with the bad things no more

Yo you gotta let go let go

You ain't gotta hold on no more

If you got a good thing go for it

We ain't with the bad things no more

They be saying Karma is a b***h huh

But I don't let them talk about my friends nah

You was taking people from their kids

Now you bitter 'cause I'm chillin' with my kin now wow

I don't eat if I didn't pull it from the ground

Gotta a lot of love so I give it to the crowd

Man I swear my great-great Grandma would be proud

We ain't pickin' cotton I'm the n***a with the crown

Thank you very much

It's uh privilege and a honor to be

In the white intellectual ghetto of the West

In the car in L A on the ninety nine

Sunrise red sky ambiance

Bad days rear view and they stay behind

P H 'round nine livin' alkaline

Black boy you could be what you want to be

You the one that carry that baton when they come for me

Came from the concrete that's a fizzy fact

Came up clear streams in the grizzy grass

Yuh

Keepin' it honest

They try to kill you I promise

They do it all for the commas

I stay alive for my children I don't be trustin' they doctors

Politicians is phony they be villians imposters

They gonna tell you it's gold but show it really be copper

And they don't want you tappin' into all that spirit inside us

They want you chasin' the carrot

Want you fiendin for Pradas

They want you sick till you vomit

'Cause you no use when you conscious