January (feat. Childish Major, Sylvan LaCue & Chris Scholar)

Lemonade on a Sunday

Palm trees on my runway

Hunnid-fifty 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 ****, I never met in my life

And the other half of y'all mad 'cause I'm makin' it and you hate it, 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 **** silly

And all of this negativity I ain't willin' to deal with

(Why ya gotta be like that?)

If you don't feel a type of way, then it ain't about you

If you ain't throwin' the dirt on my name, how could I doubt you?

(Why ya gotta be like that?)

It be the people that's dappin' you on the regular spreadin' rumors

(Why ya gotta)

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 (Yeah)

You can do it too

Good day, it's a good day

Hunnid K on a good thing

Count the blessings on the wake up

Give a fuck about a hater

Shine, son, better shine, son

Just be ready when your day come

Do good and be wise, son

Just comin' for the fake ones

You gotta get over being used to how hurt, hatin', and broke feel

Flyin' over all of the fields I used to push uphill

Find a friend while fightin' all this shit I used to run from

Hear no, see no, speak no, even when the check is mad dumb

Oh, you mad, huh? Like pastor when the plate get passed on, huh

Everybody's searchin' for a way to latch on ya

Remember ridin' Rico's, still was treated like I'm royal

You try hard to be hood and they just see you like you boil

That's four though, like hot boy, it's overrated bein' cool though

Just cool off

Remember bein' down, life was beatin' me black and blue

Till I focused on the green, this ain't a dream dream, bruh

You could do it too (Yeah)

Good day, it's a good day

Hunnid K on a good thing

Count the blessings on the wake up

Give a fuck about a hater

Shine, son, better shine, son

Just be ready when your day come

Do good and be wise, son

Just comin' for the fake ones

Uh, yeah

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 a molecule, how could you not be proud of who I've become?

I've begun courses to mend these broken bridges

My wish is to wish you well, survive the drought, wishin' wells

Heated emotions, we didn't focus

Stuck in the motion and missed the 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

Pardon my choke, nah, fuck 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, I'm cool on inches

**** love takin' mouth and run it back to your food on benches

If that's your whole life and never get a quarter back

Andre Johnson open for a wide reciever

But I ain't call for that, smarter than that

It's better to give, so much that the rib, I spared

Food for thought and pray your car reacts, a final blessin'

Nobody owe you a thing in this world

Money or wealth, security, love, the vision of health

Do better for you but nobody else

You owe it all to yourself

'Cause I don't got no shame, I just keep doin' my thing

I don't really feel energy like that

Wings, watch me spread 'em, wind, I'm soarin'

Use to dream at night, now I live it in the mornin', yeah

They throwin' shots at me, I dodge it, yeah, oh, yeah

Used to bang out in my basement

My grandmama had

Rockin' chair dreams to me rockin' all these stages