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[Verse 1:] Sick man grinding hard, hard to switch lanes Aviators, deprivated ain't ate in six days Had a belief and we team Never believe in me Begin to be misleading [?] had the shift changed You niggas shit brain Cause you believe anything you see on tv without going there Seeing homeless, right around the corner Hungry, starving, underprivileged, needing garments but would bargain with the dealer fixing fixes I'm a god to these niggas God-willing I'll depart with my winnings Play it smart or be caught up in the system Beat the odds, odds in My dog seeking [?] Poker stare, I wasn't playing fair, I threw my cards in My nigga wifed Bee, I treat her like trash Thinking this ain't have to happen had he never made me mad [Chorus:] I'm saying though. You like to fight? You can fight for your life, don't play with me. See a lot of niggas don't be knowing Letras de cancionesI be doing real shit, ya heard me. You're now rocking with ya boy Kevin Gates. I'm just tryna be your next favorite rapper, that's it. What's the point of having soldiers if you can't use em? You know the Puerto Rican kid, be popping willies n shit, sell a lot of coke. That's what the fuck I do, man. Nigga know wassup. I'm tryna get paid in full. [Verse 2:] Bread winner street gang Look who in the air chillin' Flare the pistol, now the paramedic gotta airlift him Wings on the skull What I tell to the judge, not demonic but it symbolizes hell from above Got a cell button bug Paper trail never budge [?] selling drugs, never tell on the plug I'm a thug (what that mean?) True hustler, under God Took something, under arm Percussion, for who harm [?] swarm, no discussion Concussion, make it hard to talk when he not thinking or walk when he not breathing Quality street music, which targets the law beaters Paw grieving, Lord please be with the mother of this motherfucker Led by assumption, only right that the metal touch you Safe to say Kevin Gates is a motherfucker [Luca Brasi:] I thank y'all for sitting through the lecture, you know. I love each and every one of y'all on a personal basis. I wouldn't say that if I ain't mean it. That mean I really do mean that. I really do mean that. Mane, what the fuck you looking at me like that for? Bitch what you want do something. I'm just fucking with you, thug. Now go 'head for I put that iron on yo pussy ass. I'm out. I'm out. I'm out, thug. From Letras Mania