Full Bloom - KOTA The Friend, Isa Reyes, Richard Parker

Hey, young blood

Come here, let me talk to you

I’ve seen you grow up all your life around here

Never said two words

But I ain’t gon' be here forever

You done come up, and this your block

Your daddy own that house, my mama own this one

This your hood

Make sure you takin' some photos, man

Before you know it, it won’t be the same, I’m tellin' you

Enough with all that

You gon' be the one that all these young cats look up to

So be careful how you move

They watchin' you like a hawk, man

It’s your turn to rise up, it’s on you

So what you gon' do with it?

Yo, what’s good, bro?

What’s poppin', bro, how you feelin' bro, how you?

I ain’t seen you in a minute

Bro, I see you out here with…

Hair braids and band aids

Double dutch queens and hairspray

Dominoes, baes, and milk crates

Say it to my face if you feel a way

I hit you with that boom boom bap

Like it’s Dilla day

Boy from the hood but he been away

I am home, on the Ave

Been in palms, got a draft on the scroll

Put the scraps on the stove, now I’m cookin'

I been haunted seein' these lessons

I been grabbin' every blessin', word to Zars

Manifestin', been writin' it in the stars

Spent my whole 26 fightin' against the odds

All while they were sleepin', was buildin' my Noah’s Arc

We been through so much that our spirits glow in the dark

Jay help every nigga in Hollywood beat the charge

I’m home, and our river is overflowin' with garden love

My son hair nappy just like his mama

I do my own thing, I’m indie just like my father

I am obligated to take the baton farther

Than anybody before me for anybody that follow

We from the earth

They couldn’t buy me, a nigga know what he worth

I’m the product of the sun, rain and dirt

My garden is in full bloom (Bloom, bloom, bloom)