KOTA The Friend - Clinton Hill Lyrics

 Song Lyrics Clinton Hill by KOTA The Friend

We had dreams of stackin' up hella cheese

And smokin' the best dope and rockin' designer jeans And pullin' up in a Benz and steppin' out with the steez

Elevatin' to somethin' they said I would never be

It's hard not to glow, like I told you, bitch, in person

I be chillin' humble, I really feel like you could smoke a

But now I realize the workings of a small mind

Never was I limited to shit that I see

A lotta kids in Clinton Hill right now living through me

They see me in the street, take a pic' and then peace

My words be the weapon how I stick to my guns

I try to tell my young niggas it's a figure of speech

I pull up at the shop now, lil' Ave hot now

Folks talk about a nigga with a sense of pride now

Used to be the lil' homie walkin' with his eyes down

CD playin' Biggie and 'Pac, Jigga and Nas loud

Always appreciated the sunny days

Knowing that I had to be grounded before the money came

Knowing that I won't always have to deal with the hunger pains

And if I end up floppin', I'm finna get it another way

Myrtle Ave, don't leave with the camera out

Grindin' and recordin' raps, beggin' y'all to hear me out

Couple people lookin' left but can't even get near me now

I'm holdin' generational money inside my family house