[Verse 1: Kota the Friend]
Self-made, no flex, ooh
Self-paid, no debt, ooh
We ain't takinā no bets, lot of y'all fullā
ofā
regrets
Hate me andā
give me respect
Y'all playinā easy toā
get, I'm playin' Russian Roulette
Y'all sellin' out for the check
Weāholdin'āoutāfor the kids
Freeāblack and don'tāflip
Gold ropes to hold cribs, low bread to whole loaves
Go hard or go home, go home and don't trip
Same block, same whip
Free as a bird, used to be runninā from 12, live and you learn
Now we just flip āem the bird
Poppy, yo, give me the word
Copy, I heard you, I step on the Myrtle, I'm on the wave now
Bet you got nothinā to say now
You better get out the way or better get comfortable catchin' this fade now
Stay in yo' lane, either you get on the train or watchin' the wave
There aināt no stoppin' the play
Hoppin' up out of the flames
Inkin' an island a day
Get your piece up on the board
Bought a crib by the lake
Still pull up in the fort, real comin' for the fake
Showin' love through the hate
Still tryna end a war, mama said I need a break
Maybe when I'm in the Forbes, generation's on the board
Generations in the bank, ayy
[Chorus: Kota the Friend & Joey Bada$$]
Ayy, is you gettin' on this train?
Miss it and you gon' be late
You could catch another wave
But we hoppin' on the B-Q-E
Doin' 90 on the B-Q-E
You could find me on the B-Q-E
Get behind me on the B-Q-E (Ayy, ayy, yuh, Badmon)
Yeah, yeah, hol' up, ayy
[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
I pull up, I skrrt (Skrrt)
Drop top and I'm wearin' no shirt (Shirt)
She know I'm a flirt (Flirt)
One hand on the wheel, other hand up her skirt
She know I'm a mur (Mur)
I'm on the 2-7-8, back to the turf (God damn)
Been the old school like I'm servin' them work (Ayy, ayy)
When I'm local, I be goin' bezerk (Ayy-ayy)
Hit up Whole Foods, might back up the club for the fuck of it
Talk in my back and then go, she be lovin' it
Stopped at the hood and you know I be tuckin' it
None of my n***as can fuck with the government
They just be thuggin' it, I just be playin' it smart (Playin' it, playin' it smart)
I don't be judgin', I'm playin' my part
Show the fake love and then play with your heart
Gotta learn to just play with the cards you're dealt
These n***as too hard on they-self
N***as too hard to offer them help
I don't work too hard for all of this wealth
For the first two bars for how all of it felt
Ayy, still in the field like NFL
Or MLB playin' center field
Prayin' on the day, just take the wheel
[Chorus: Kota the Friend & Bas]
Ayy, is you gettin' on this train?
Miss it and you gon' be late
You could catch another wave
But we hoppin' on the B-Q-E
Doin' 90 on the B-Q-E
You could find me on the B-Q-E
Get behind me on the B-Q-E (It's Bassy)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy
[Verse 3: Bas]
For every day I made doubters, I made dollars
'Cause my borough, it gave knowledge
How the city move, y'all better pay homage
I don't pity you n***as that make comments to create drama
You gon' find them tryna go viral
Judge, jury, execution, no trial
Eyes sinkin', deep sleep, watch them bitches creep
Streets making hoes vile
I'm from Queens where they line you up with a cold smile
And the whole time you be thinkin', "Damn, that bitch so fine,"
"Oh, my," she not
Born in a ditch and you die in a box
But I'm on a mission, a man of ambition
My latest addition, retire my Pops
So anyone threaten, I'm firin' shots
[Chorus: Kota the Friend]
Ayy, is you gettin' on this train?
Miss it and you gon' be late
You could catch another wave
But we hoppin' on the B-Q-E
Doin' 90 on the B-Q-E
You could find me on the B-Q-E
Get behind me on the B-Q-E
Yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy
[Outro: Marie Stein]
Geez, what means everything to me, um
Fresh flowers in my clean room, having family dinners
Making my friends laugh, being happy
Going to the gym, sometimes, um
The sun that's shining, beers with my roommates and
Music