200 Dollars (Explicit) - KOTA The Friend

Lyrics by：Avery Marcel Joshua Jones

Composed by：Avery Marcel Joshua Jones

My city gentrified

My condo cost me almost a milli' it's in the Stuy

Really I just wanna live

Simple and get a crib out in Jersey

And pay like two hundred dollars and take my time

But I gotta grind money be calling me on my line

I'm a f**kin' wreck you only gettin' me at my best

I got heart though one of them n***as without a barcode

Demon slayer used to be drinkin' until the bar closed

Tryna control the drama and damage I've done

I find it tougher to juggle dollars and family love

I used to look into the

Mirror like I can't be a bum

And be a baby daddy women gon' be scared of me bruh

I fly away to Cali' just for the weather women and jetskis

Always thank God for all the ways that he blessed me

And every time that he gave me clarity on some life s**t

Kept me fightin' through the crisis hit the light switch

I'm not blind in fact I see everything

The puppeteer's hands the backdrop and the set of strings

All I really want is to walk around with a wedding ring

And own a home with porches and grass growin' forever green

Dinner with the family then pound cake and vanilla bean

Pops told me never see somethin' and utter 'ever me

I'ma buy it cash and put some money in escrow

Smile ear-to-ear when I get home ayy let's go