Nola (feat. Khary & Hello Oshay)

Mama said eat your veggies

Mama said opinions won't pay your rent

Mama said money won't make you rich

Mama said boy you better wash your dish

Fuck raw, then raise your kids

Don't do it if it make no sense

If they dip when you down then they ain't your friends

Stay you, don't obey no trends

Go play, go play, go play

Too much in my head

I ain't got no time

Gotta get this bread

Gotta get this wine

Don't bring up no drama when you hit me on my line

If it ain't the commas or my mama, it's declined

I don't drink no Coca-Cola

Soul is so like Motorolas

Only want it if its Kosher

Not a hoe, I'd rather Nola

Darling, you know I am boring

I don't like the club but you can stay and grab a cup

I'm just a **** from New York

Yankee, fitted in my trunk

Took a minute now, but I'm lit and now my city show me love

Brooklyn spread the love

Get your funds

Used to take the G and now we count 'em up

Broke a lot of hearts and all that I can say was I was young

Call me on my jack

All my ****'s really got my back

Shawty got my heart

So I promise her that I'll be back

If it feel like love, lil' homie, then it's probably that

If you got a feelin' she a thottie, she probably that

Too much in my head (Yeah)

I ain't got no time (Time)

Gotta get this bread (Bread)

Gotta get this wine (Ha)

Don't bring up no drama when you hit me on my line

If it ain't the commas or my mama, it's declined

Too much in my head

I ain't got no time

Gotta get this bread

Gotta get this wine

Don't bring up no drama when you hit me on my line

If it ain't the commas or my mama, it's declined

Fuck up some commas

I'm just tryin' to make some racks I can spend on my mama

Small city had me feelin' like I'm Napoleon done up

But I ain't talkin' to no Tinas and feedin' no llamas

Some goes for sharks and piranhas

Hype beasts and all prima-donnas

Came a long way from a kid

Now I'ma man tryin' to stay who he is

But he say he's different, I'm not who I was

I can only affect how I exist in the present

The noblest king was a peasant

An hour can change in a second

The entrance is often the exit

I got in the pain, I need pleasant

So keep your bullshit out my presence, ay

Part of me is I'm partin' seas

Not a ten man, all this heart in me is

I ran to the meter, pay the parkin' fees

When your full defense be the part of siege

Chef and recipes

Till I rest in peace

Blood and elbow grease

Goin' hard to my final now

Y'all be drainin' the spinal tap

I'm still chewin' on bottle caps

And I say fuck they rules, and just do it your own way

Fuck playing it safe rather flippin' the coin fame

'Cause when the money comes, you got less **** that hold rank

Hold dank for the next that wanna just go blank

Okay, I'm back and I'm fully reloaded

Matador olé, not gettin' in your way

No way, Jose, I just hope that you know this

I'm fightin' for your sake, 66 West Proche

Too much in my head (Yeah)

I ain't got no time (Time)

Gotta get this bread (Bread)

Gotta get this wine (Ha)

Don't bring up no drama when you hit me on my line

If it ain't the commas or my mama, it's declined

Too much in my head (Too much in my head)

I ain't got no time (I ain't got no time)

Gotta get this bread (Gotta get this bread)

Gotta get this wine (Gotta get this wine)

Don't bring up no drama when you hit me on my line (Me on my line)

If it ain't the commas or my mama, it's declined

Wait, hold up,  I ain't looking for it if it ain't mine

Doubt a lot of people, know I love you if I make time

They just tryna ride a wave

They just caught up in this game

I be with my youngin' watching Elmo, bumping Fela

Yeah, yeah, hold up

Feel good to be home, yeah

Murder all I that I know, yeah

Thank god for this glow, uh

Sun shine like California, I grow wherever I go

Wear my grey sweats like Balmain's

I'm cozy homie, that's all

That's all, that's all, got your girl playing my songs

Heard your shoes cost a few bands

Boy, I'd take your bitch with my Vans, yeah

Brooklyn **** since day one

Clinton Hill where I came from

Show love to my real friends that's proud of me and don't change up

'Cause I came from nothing, but I stay a hunnid

Lotta people sleepin', finna wake 'em up

And wasn't ever happy, I been smiling lately

Devil never catch me, hit him with the fakey

I came here to kill and never hit a ceiling

I'm the hood hero, head like a villain

We ain't never really had a pot to piss in

And the clock is tickin', so we gotta get it like, yeah

Too much in my head (Yeah)

I ain't got no time (Time)

Gotta get this bread (Bread)

Gotta get this wine (Ha)

Don't bring up no drama when you hit me on my line

If it ain't the commas or my mama, it's declined

Too much in my head (Too much in my head)

I ain't got no time (I ain't got no time)

Gotta get this bread (Gotta get this bread)

Gotta get this wine (Gotta get this wine)

Don't bring up no drama when you hit me on my line (Me on my line)

If it ain't the commas or my mama, it's declined