January Lyrics

[KOTA the Friend:]
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 cause 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 is a good day
Hunnid K on a good thang
Count the blessings on the wake up
Give a f*ck 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

[Childish Major:]
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 instead of dream bruh You can do it (too)

[KOTA the Friend:]
Good day is a good day
Hunnid K on a good thang
Count the blessings on the wake up
Give a f*ck 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

[Sylvan LaCue:]
Back and forth with my conscience, how should I honor you
I devour what's dishonorable, I took strides to oblige every promise
Mass of molecule, how could you not be proud of who I've become
I've begun consista [?] many broken bridges
My wish is to wish you well, survive the drought, wishing wells
Heat of the motions, speed of the 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 partin my choke nut
Nah f*ck 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, well cool on itches
Niggas love tinky mouse [?] so running back to your food on bitches
If that's you whole life and never get a quarter back Andre Johnson'll perform wide receiver
And I ain't call for that, smarter than that
Spreading the give and so much of spreading the rib [?]
I spread food for thought before your car reacts
A final blessing
Nobody owe you a thing in this world
Money or wealth, security love, divisional health
Do better for you but nobody else
You owe it all to yourself

[Chris Scholar:]
Cause 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

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