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Lil Kota

Lil Kota is a musical artist known for their unique style and blend of genres. Their music often combines elements of hip-hop, trap, and R&B, creating a captivating and dynamic sound. With their catchy beats and introspective lyrics, Lil Kota has gained recognition for their talent and versatility in the music industry. more »

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You really know how to make me cry
When you give me those ocean eyes
I'm scared
I've never fallen from quite this high

Fallen into your ocean eyes
Those ocean eyes
I made a, I made a
I made a way, they supposed to be proud of me

Them niggas ain't even clap for me
How you aim and got a gun
But you ain't got no fuckin' accuracy
I was kickin' doors, just ask my brother

He the one that told me rap
I had to roll around some blood
My uncle Jerry, I like to trap
She see me blowin' up, she likin' all my stories

She want me back, I know a lot of niggas broke
Hell, they scared, go rap from rap
Don't ever think I'm black and I'm sittin' up in a chair
It's on my lap, how the f*ck is you outside

I'm outside lookin', where you at
Just sold some money on the gram
I know that make them niggas mad
Yeah, I had it hard, but I ain't complain

I grew up without a dad
Remember times when we was sleepin' on the floor
Cause I ain't have a bed
Shout out Belle, he really held me down

Even though he wasn't my dad
Goin' back and forth, fightin' inside the crib
Made me a man
Don't need no nigga to hold my back

Bitch, I'm a man, I stand on ten
Niggas still feel me on curfew
It's a penny, I cut his hand
Niggas just like wood

When it start to rain, they start to bend
Fade away with the clock
Eleven shots, the mortar rolls
My granny always said when I was young

She always say I'm chosen
Niggas just like paper
They get up in a jam and get the folder
I ain't made it far

It's just the start, this shit here is still loaded
I made a way, they supposed to be proud of me
Them niggas ain't even clap for me
How you aim and got a gun

But you ain't got no fuckin' accuracy
I was kickin' doors, just ask my brother
He the one that told me rap
I had grown rounds of blood

My Uncle Jerry liked to try
She see me blowin' up
She likin' all my stories, she want me back
I know a lot of niggas that's broke

Just help that skirt go rack from rack
Don't ever think I'm lackin
I'm sittin' up in a chair, ass on my lap
How the f*ck is you outside

I'm outside lookin', where you at

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