[Verse: KOTA The Friend & Shawn May]
Playing trips to the city of trees
Palm and a mountain of green
Why these youngins bathe in a fountain of lean
I remember sitting by the TV
BET running and saying I wanna be these
Dudes with the money and women that’s in bikinis
Pressing that record and throwing on a CD
Sitting with my cousin and playing it on a repeat
Tape recorder, laptop, mic, I’m to the Kiwi (Yeah)
Bad joke gone too far
The ones that talked down, I’m looking at ‘em like who y’all
I’m on fire, be damed if I ever cool off
I spent years finding myself but lately you lost
Crazy how the tables turn
Now you looking up at these niggas getting what they deserve
Over time I noticed that really hate is earned
And I don’t see the drama and hatred
I really ain’t concerned (Concerned)
[Outro: Shawn May]
It’s not a concern, ya know
I just been tryna make this shit work
It’s like a verse when you spit
You make so much sense of what you put out
But nobody wants to grasp it, ya know?
That’s just being honest
You got niggas like me, KOTA
That’s why I gave him this shit, ya know?
Props to you
Props to all of us
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
