Lyrics January - KOTA The Friend, Childish Major, Sylvan Lacue

January

Lemonade on a Sunday
Palm Trees on my runway
Hunnid 50 on the avenue
(Yeah)
This one for all the people that wish me bad
I wonder what I did to put you this deep in your bag
And half y’all niggas I never met in my life
And the other half of y’all mad cuz I’m making it and you hated it’s sad
I got a kid and he need me like on some real shit
So I don’t really got a choice, I gotta kill shit
And I just say that to say that y’all niggas silly
And all of this negativity I ain’t willing to deal with
If you don’t feel a type of way, then it ain’t about you
If you ain’t throwing the dirt on my name how could I doubt you
It be the people that’s dappin you on the regular, spreading rumors
Chattin et cetera drama peddlers ah
While y’all chattin I’m first class
And while y’all hated I ascended far from that dirt path
And all I want is peace because I spent all my previous days in misery
Depressed, mad, and bitterly hurt, I made it work
You can do it too
Good day it’s a good day
Hunnid K on a good thang
Count the blessings on the wake up
Give a fuck about a hater
Shine sun better shine son
Just be ready when your day come
Do good and be wise son
Just coming for the fake ones
You gotta get over being used to how hurt hatin and broke feel
Flying over all of the fields I used to push uphill
Find a friend while fighting all this shit I used to run from
Hear no speak no see no evil when the check is mad dumb
Oh you mad huh like pastor when the plate get passed on huh
Everybody searching for a way to latch on (yuh)
Remember riding Rico’s it was treated like I’m royal
You tried hard to be hood and they just see you like you boil
That’s four though like hot boil’s overrated being cool though, just cool off
Remember being down like for speeding me black and blue
Till I focused in on the green this ain’t a dream bruh
You can do it (too)
Good day it’s a good day
Hunnid K on a good thang
Count the blessings on the wake up
Give a fuck about a hater
Shine sun better shine son
Just be ready when your day come
Do good and be wise son
Just coming for the fake ones
Back and forth with my conscience, how should I honor you?
I divide what’s dishonorable, I took strides to oblige every promise
Mass of a molecule, how could you not be proud of who I’ve become?
I’ve begun courses to mend these broken bridges
My wish is to wish you well, survive the drought, wishing wells
Heated motions, we didn’t focus, stuck on emotion and missed a cell
They say if you look at an elephant close up, you’ll never see all you’re
supposed to
Hindsight, I cut you off with no discussion pardon my choke
Nah fuck all that choke up
Hold up, no tears for your true intentions
It might’ve took years to reveal your fears but I ain’t here to approve your
interests, I’m cool on itches
Niggas love taking miles and running back to you food on benches
If that’s you whole life and never get a quarter back
Andre Johnson’ll perform wide receiver
But I ain’t call for that, it’s more than that
It’s better to give so instead of the rib
I spread food for thought and pray your car reacts
A final blessing
Nobody owe you a thing in this world
Money or wealth, security love, division or health
Do better for you and nobody else
You owe it all to yourself
Wise Up
Cuz I don’t got no shine might just keep doing my thang
I don’t really feel energy like that
Wings, once we spread them we end up soaring
Used to dream and then now I live it in the morning (yeah)
They throwing shots at me I dodge it (yeah)
Used to bang out in my basement
Make grandmama hap-
Rocking chill dreams to me rocking all these stages