[Kota the Friend:]
Really be in my own zone
Phone ringing, act like I ain't got no phone
Invite me to the party, I'm a no show
All in pastel, something like a rose gold
I ducked the photos
Don't need no four bros
But if I am committed, I give it my whole soul
I'm an old soul
Don't talk to me about politics
I don't like that sort of thing
If you don't like me
You ain't gotta to talk to me
And if you love me then say it
But only if you mean it
I can't take another heart crushing disappointment
Nah nah, nah nah, nah nah

Yea
I be on my doley, mostly every day
Lotta people phony, that shit ain't okay
You cool with the old me, I am not the same
I don't see the same
Feel like you should know how the seasons change
Oh
I'm at the function, don't know who to trust
That's why my crib is where I'm turning up
Sometimes I be wondering if my girl really fuck with me
Yet I know that she fuck with me, man I'm fucked up
Shit
On my plate, making sure my youngin's straight
People ask me how I'm doing, I just smile and say I'm great
I ain't going back to Palm Tree Liquor, life is what you make
Man I gotta get this cake, really ain't no other way
I said I ain't got time for it if it ain't real
Niggas run they mouth but they always stand still
Think I seen the light coming out the ant hill
Then a hater finna tell me, "homie you an ant still"

[Kota the Friend