[Intro: Kota the Friend]
Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up
Get yo' cash up, get yo' ass up, run it up
Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts
Tell 'em catch up, get yo' racks up, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Kota the Friend]
Woke up in my bag, only focused on my path
They have kicked me at my lowest
Now they hit me like my bae
Hear that birdie sing that song, ain't no kick drum but it slap
My lil' baby love me long, I got these blessings in my lap
My n***as hungry like it's Ramadan
Shooters like it's Columbine
Comin' for that Gouda like they never seen a dollar sign
Take my forty acres, got a bullet for my slaver
You could keep the fuckin' papers
Pull that trigger, bitch, you outta time
Young n***a from the East Coast, been livin' like I got a cheat code
Hittin' people with the free gang, keep three friends like Migos
See feds through peepholes, I peep game and keep on
See me runnin' to the sunset, I'ma blow this shit up like a C4
Like yeah, I got the drip
Give me a band, I'm makin' it flip
Give me a hand, we takin' a trip
My shorty a dime, got me a ten
Yes, I really lived
If I do go broke, I swear I'll still be rich
And when you haters check up on me
Know that I'ma still be this
[Chorus: Kota the Friend]
Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day
Nice smile but he no good, what they all say
When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always
Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway
Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up
Get yo' cash up, get yo' ass up, run it up
Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts
Tell 'em catch up, get yo' racks up, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: KYLE]
Yo, fucked up smile but the kid look great (Uh-huh)
Yeah, that's what they all say (Sure)
But me being perfect? Give me a break (Hehe)
Maturity's millions of miles away (Phew)
All of these demons, they got to fight one
All of these hoes, they got to like one
My situation is a tight one (Hmm)
What I'ma do? Not go and Gucci and blow for fun?
Not get the Porsche and make n***as say, "What?"
Not give my daddy some Christian Dior?
Not give my baby some Louis Vuitton? What?
Yeah, what's weird to me is it appears to be like super lack of sincerity
From everything I hold dear to me (Fuck)
And that's the shit that puts fear in me (Yup)
It's like n***as just can't be real with me?
Seriously, dude, KYLE? (Come on)
I be eatin' bullshit with a smile (Yup)
N***a, I basically live in denial (Hehe)
Sayin', "Oh, it ain't so bad"
And tellin' n***as I ain't sad
Tellin' n***as that they song ain't trash (That shit suck)
Tellin' my girlfriend that I'm not mad
I'm just tired (I'm just tired, baby, honestly)
But then again, it's like n***a I'm fired (Haha)
And I know there's people with less
And to say I'm not blessed mean I'd be a liar
N***a, stop bein' dramatic, it ain't Broadway
I know I'm in good hands like All State
Sun or rain, joy or pain
I'm givin' thanks always, always, always (Always, always)
[Chorus: Kota the Friend & KYLE]
Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day (And always, and always)
Nice smile but he no good what they all say (Leavin' after that, yup)
When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always
Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway
Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up
Get yo' cash up, get yo' ass up, run it up
Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts
Tell 'em catch up, get yo' racks up, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Kota the Friend]
I'm back in the city, I rock and I milly
Are you comin' with me or not?
This shit goin' silly, I'm comin' from millies
I love when they give me the vibes
Did it again, did what I said
Wake up and get to the ends
This shit is rag, I don't pretend
I sort that shit in my head
Used to kick it with the homies, yeah
Talk shit and sip Jack
Get drunk up in Coney, yeah
F train all the way back
We was duckin' from police, I don't ride with no phonies
If you real, then you show me, know I'm real if you know me
People fake so I'm lonely, yeah
Give me a dap, I'm never wishin' you bad
I hope you gettin' your bread, I hope you gettin' ahead
And nothin' is settin' you back
Yeah, yeah, I been that asshole, still authentic asshole
If I show you love, you know it's real as ever, asshole
Get it how you live it though
Polish up, my spirit's low
Every day I'm findin' somethin' different that I'm livin' for
Tryna tell my people they don't gotta keep they ceilin' low
Just keep your spirits high, keep on movin' as you heal and grow
[Chorus: Kota the Friend]
Top-down in my old hood, it's a good day
Nice smile but he no good what they all say
When I'm gone, know I'm still right with you always
Knock, knock, pull up with the vibes at your doorway
Love is love, sun is up, fuck it up
Get yo' cash up, get yo' ass up, run it up
Fuck a bag up, tell 'em back up, call me nuts
Tell 'em catch up, get yo' racks up, yeah, yeah