ALASKA lyrics

[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]
I used to work for people
I made a couple hundred dollars, wasn't worth it even
I'm worth a hundred thousand
Not dollars, but diamonds, I am mud out the bayou
Rip a page out the Bible, come and crucify me
I'm a long way from home and this ain't Yellowstone
I trade a white b*tch for catfish and yellowbones
This from the catacombs, this for the broken homes
From the south side of cities where my granny home
I moved to California, I bring a Grammy home
I call up bill collectors, "Leave my f*cking family 'lone"
We left the corner store on the way to caviar
The coupe is mustard colored, what the f*ck is Grey Poupon?

[Verse 2: Kevin Abstract]
Young K.A., never quit your day job, uh
I bring the love to work, I need the day off, uh
I need the ****, 'cause hard work should pay off, uh
The lights stay off until my mind is made up, uh
A young Zuckerberg, I wake up and make stuff, uh
These n*ggas copy us, they really need to pay us, uh
I'm from the city where your neighbors fight back
You talking sh*t, we bring that work right to your lap
I love my n*ggas like white people love rap
We make the sh*t you'll probably never say on track again
[Breakdown: Joba]
Walked through doors all my life just to close them
Tore down walls all my life, here's to the other side
A whole new life (Feeling, brand new feeling, feeling, brand new feeling)
A whole new life (Feeling, brand new feeling, feeling, brand new feeling)
A whole new life (New feeling, brand new feeling, brand new feeling)
A whole new life (Brand new feeling, brand new feeling, brand new)

[Verse 3: Kevin Abstract & Joba]
Back when I was hustling, ain't get no love from them (A whole new life)
I paid my own bills and came up with the illest sh*t (A whole new life)
I was tryna find a way to get my family out of it (A whole new life)
Spent my days in basements tryna write a motherf*ckin' hit
Nowadays, he's stumbling, they show such love to him
I shut it down at every show, we set the precedent
I'm just tryna show these n*ggas life is on some other sh*t
Keep your head high, smile when the trouble rumblin'

[Verse 4: Matt Champion]
I don't do what they say, it's unorthodox
Like bears sharing porridge inside with Goldilocks
Like Ozzy with no Sharon, he just called his parents
So f*ck what I'm doing and f*ck these damn critics
You should think for yourself, that sh*t is cancerous
Get my head rubbed by fingers of f*ckin' hand models
Middle finger, f*ck the hair up at all our concerts
Maybe if I cared less, I'd wear a hair net
But now my eyes ten million by twenty-five
Dropped out of Lone Star, booked flight from Lone Star
Was working a couple jobs and quit, became a star, uh