KOTA The Friend - B.Q.E (ft. Bas & Joey Bada$$) - Lyrics
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The song was self-produced by Kota the Friend.
Following a solid appearance on Guapdad 4000's ongoing Rona Raps series, Kota The Friend has come through with even more new music.
This time, he's laying down "B.Q.E," a New York-themed anthem set to appear on his upcoming album Everything.
In order to bolster the strength of his message, Kota called upon fellow NYC denizens Joey Bada$$ of Brooklyn and Bas of Queens, imbuing his single with both Pro Era and Dreamville's presence.
As expected, seeing as this is a New York homage and all, "B.Q.E" rather appropriately puts bars on a pedestal; lest we forget, the Big Apple was where the artform was initially birthed.
Kota himself sets it off with a carefree verse, riding the triumphant instrumental with a carefree demeanour.
"Free as a bird, used to be runnin’ from 12, live and you learn," he raps.
"Now we just flip ’em the bird." The Badmon spits next, whipping his flow into double-time as he paints a picture of a city boy's take on summertime debauchery.
Last but not least is Bas, who continues to prove he's among the most technically savvy rhymers in the game, even if people aren't ready to give him due props.
"Don't pity you n***s that make comments to create drama, you gon' find them tryna go viral," he raps.
"Judge, jury, execution, no trial." KOTA The Friend - B.Q.E (ft.
Bas & Joey Bada$$) (prod.
Kota the Friend) Lyrics.
[Verse 1: Kota the Friend] Self-made, no flex, ooh Self paid, no debt, ooh We ain't takin' no bets, lot of y'all full of regrets Pay me and give me respect Y’all playin' easy to get, I'm playin' Russian Roulette Y'all sellin' out for the check We holdin' out for the kids Free black and don't flip Gold rope the whole crib, low bread, the whole loaf Go hard or go home, go home and don't trip Same block, same whip Free as a bird, used to be runnin' from 12, live and you learn Now we just flip 'em the bird Poppy you give me the word Copy you heard, I step on the Myrtle I'm on the wave now Bet you got nothin' to say now You better get out the way and better get comfortable catchin' this fade now Stay in your lane, either you get on the train or watch on the wave There ain't no stoppin' the play Hoppin' up out of the flames Inkin' an island today Get your peace up on the board Bought a crib by the lake Still pull up in the fort, real comin' for the fake Showin' love through the hate Still tryna end a war, momma said I need a break Maybe when I'm in the Forbes, generation's on the board Generations in the bank, ayy [Chorus: Kota the Friend & Joey Bada$$] Ayy, is you gettin' on this train? Miss it and you gon' be late You could catch another wave But we hoppin' on the B-Q-E Doin' 90 on the B-Q-E You could find me on the B-Q-E Get behind me on the B-Q-E Ayy, ayy, yuh (Badmon) [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] I pull up, I skrrt (skrrt) Drop top and I'm wearin' no shirt She know I'm a flirt (Flirt) One hand on the wheel another hand up her skirt She know I'm a mur I'm on the 2-7, then back to the turf I be the old school like I'm servin them work When I'm local, I be goin' bezerk Hit up old fools might back up the club for the fuck of it Talkin' my [?] she be lovin' it Start to build hoods and you know I be tuggin' it None of my niggas can fuck with the government They just be thuggin' it, I just be playin' it smart I don't be judgin', I'm playin' my part Show the fake love and then play with your heart Gotta learn to just play with the cards dealt These niggas too hard on their-self Niggas too hard to offer them help I don't work too hard for all this wealth For the first two bars for how all of it felt Ayy, still in the field like inner field Or M-O-B play centerfield Rain on the day just take the wheel [Chorus: Kota the Friend & Bas] Ayy, is you gettin' on this train? Miss it and you gon' be late You could catch another wave But we hoppin' on the B-Q-E Doin' 90 on the B-Q-E You could find me on the B-Q-E Get behind me on the B-Q-E (It's Bassy) Yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy [Verse 3: Bas] For every day I made dollars, I made dollars 'Cause my Burroughs, he gave knowledge How the city move, y'all better pay homage I don't pity you niggas that make comments to create drama You gon' find them tryna go viral Judge, jury, execution, no trial I was sinkin' deep sleep, watching bitches creep Streets making hoes vile I'm from Queens where they line you up with a cold smile And the whole time you be thinkin', "Damn, that bitch so fine," "Oh, my," she not Born in a ditch and you die in a box But I'm on a mission, a man of ambition My latest addition, retire my Pops So anyone threatenin', I'm firin' shots [Chorus: Kota the Friend] Ayy, is you gettin' on this train? Miss it and you gon' be late You could catch another wave But we hoppin' on the B-Q-E Doin' 90 on the B-Q-E You could find me on the B-Q-E Get behind me on the B-Q-E Yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy B.Q.E