[Chorus: Fern]

Hot like a percolator

Drip on me until the later

In the boulevard

Watching the stars, yeah they punchin' hard

Cookin' in the kusina

Making noise we the busina

And I'm on the bar

We crusin' hard

Kindred Boulevard

[Verse 1: Moses]

Put it on me my brotha

I'm in my hot boy summer

Sipping on pina colada

I'm eating carne asada

I'm in the office, cooking up a rap

Brewing up a storm with an ass like that

Boss shit, chillin' on the deep end

Keep it real no I can't pretend

Born with it, this is my calling

And if I listen to you I might get boring

And fuck that bullshit

I bring the newness

Deeper with a Subsonic Mariana, Thotiana flowing

I body this, I'm marvelous, anonymous

I'm all of it while all of us

Are smoking on this a huge fat J

And I do all of it, a pluralist

I made this game

Imma hominid, I'm bombing it

Remember my name (coz)

Is it on me

Is it on me

Is it on me, or you

Captain of ship

Kicking with the crew (yeah)

Is it on me

Is it on me

Is it on me, or you

Captain of ship

Kicking with the crew (yeah)

[Verse 2: Fern]

(I take control)

Put you, put you on to new shit

Pressure management I feel it on the newness

They say I could really fuck around and do this

Oh yeah, but you don't

Say, say, say, they come and they go

Move on and out of the way can't stay on the low

But this a different kind of feel

Hold static, I need you here to feel

Why you gotta do it for attention?

On my mind she pulls me for the tension

When it gets that tough, we both come through

Aye aye aye aye

[Verse 3: Moses]

Payday, payday

Mosie make it rain rain rain rain

Chilling off grid, my phone still go rang rang rang rang

Growing up I was that problem child little I

Now everybody say they miss me tryna compromise

I slide while I protect the vibe

My tribe, I got my ride or dies

The catalyst, I started going for them extra fries

Conversations with my kinship while we vapor ride

Staring at the canopies, ribbons in the skies

Living with my kinfolk, I need no disguise

I done this shit since I was young now I'm that busy guy

Bro flowing like he feel himself I bite that bullet tight woah

Make way, make way strutting down that runway, runway

(Make way, make way strutting down that runway, runway)

Surfing through the sound yeah we on our own wave (own wave, yeah)

I know you miss that lovely hook

Spin it back like a beyblade

(Beyblade)

[Chorus: Fern]

Hot like a percolator

Drip on me until the later

In the boulevard

Watching the stars, yeah they punchin' hard

Cookin' in the kusina

Making noise we the busina

And I'm on the bar

We crusin' hard

Kindred Boulevard

Hot like a percolator

Drip on me until the later

In the boulevard

Watching the stars, yeah they punchin' hard

Cookin' in the kusina

Making noise we the busina

And I'm on the bar

We crusin' hard

Kindred Boulevard