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Always Be Gangsta Freestyle
Kevin Gates
Yes please (Ooh)
Men greet men
All well
Stand, All ten
I'm all the way in there
Ya heard me?
I don’t wanna talk
Get ‘Em Gates
Divorced all my wives, cancelled all my soul ties
Countertops in the Southside, lettin' the coke dry (Coke dry)
I don't get upset, I ain't never duck and wreck (Duck and wreck)
I'm a muslim, yeah
Let me know when you wanna bump your head
Wanna post up on me, for some bread
Tell 'em I ain't scared (Let's go)
Jumped the Hellcat with no tint
Workin' my BlackBerry
T-Shirt white, bitch bright, feel like I'm Jeff Perry
Swaggin' from the back, with hard pipe and she said "Yes, Kevin"
What I told you 'bout that get it right and she said "Yes, daddy"
Rumors in the city, I ain't worried 'bout none of them
Mix the H with the fen, you could go fetch you a Benz
Bulletproof Cutlass, Supreme (Ooh)
Necklace enforced it with, bling
Truck haul the interstate, make the Honda touch down with them Bs
Rollie on glisten, ka-ting
Little, this shit was a, dream
Bread Winner ego go, inc
Jump in the whip and go, screech
Come up from nothing, gold teeth in the gutta, this street
Cut up with cutters and cleats, thuggin', I'm somethin' unique
My children lovin', my women infatuated pullin' the paper from outta that hoe
Everything platinum, ain't regular status
He tuckin' that pack and I'm throwin' em loads
These women mean nothin, they stealin’ my energy from me, was spinnin' me outta control
Fuckin' with trash, I learned my lesson (Ooh)
Two hunnid K for a new perspective (I did)
Got my attention, that ain't bad (Come on)
Get out of line and I'm gettin' you smashed
Tell me it's up and I'm on your ass (I'm on your ass)
I'm in the tank, I'm doin' the dash
Keep your security 'round you
Knowin' you pussy and I am not scared of nothing (I ain't scared of nothing)
I'ma control the threats, I show the press
And turn on the pressure ugly
I made a lot of mistakes in life but I'm up in rank, I'm growin' from that
I gave a lot of you niggas some stripes, but I ain't aight, ain’t going for that
I'm raisin' my son for to be a lil man and he 'bout to live in reality
We open with prayer and stick to the plan and this is the only reality
Your moral compass is all you got
Life in general, cold sport
The higher ups gon' play polite
The system still do what they want
Cool to kick it, but always remember that you still a nigga when you go to court
Been in that blender with plenty of course
Blemish my image, ain’t gettin' no awards
Steady tryna be a better man, still I handle business like a gangsta (Gangsta)
I'ma always be gangsta (Gangsta), I'ma always be gangsta (Gangsta)
Steady tryna be a better man, still I handle business like a gangsta (Gangsta)
I'ma always be gangsta (Gangsta), I'ma always be gangsta (Gangsta)
Respect the laws of the jungle, nigga layin' law down in the slums
I'm the same nigga from the haunted house, with Jermaine Hurd dealing drugs
I'm the same nigga had Marlo Mike, underneath the wing off the bus
I just wanna see you come up, quarter ki of green tryna let 'em thug
I'm the same nigga flood the wild side, with the loratabs in the mud (I did)
In the bottom, standin' outside, Gates got the cocaine and the bud
Rest in peace, Lil' Phat, drop top jag come in all black
Him and Bell, pull on me and Julio, on Louisa Street for the pack
Let me take a nigga back
'Fore I graduated with them racks
The whole Southside eatin', Willy and Trae both jumpin’ out Camaros
That's when Big London had the lac
That's when Big Head had the lac
Boo and L playin' in the lac
We on Arizona in the lab
Big Yak and Ivy in the CTSs, wit the spinners on em, that's a fact
I was uptown at the Easter Bash
White Stan Smith's with the tag
With the long dreads, Polo collar
With Jabo shorts, lettin' em sag
With the red boxers, wit the white horses, all four pockets full of bands
Ayy with all due respect (Come on man)
Ayy, that's me you tryna be, you heard ?
(Ayy, haha, for real)
I don't chill like that, like that
Mane come on man, my lil soldiers on it mane, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Nothin')
It's really nothin' (Man you playin')
compositores: Kevin Jerome Gilyard
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Men greet men
All well
Stand, All ten
I'm all the way in there
Ya heard me?
I don’t wanna talk
Get ‘Em Gates
Divorced all my wives, cancelled all my soul ties
Countertops in the Southside, lettin' the coke dry (Coke dry)
I don't get upset, I ain't never duck and wreck (Duck and wreck)
I'm a muslim, yeah
Let me know when you wanna bump your head
Wanna post up on me, for some bread
Tell 'em I ain't scared (Let's go)
Jumped the Hellcat with no tint
Workin' my BlackBerry
T-Shirt white, bitch bright, feel like I'm Jeff Perry
Swaggin' from the back, with hard pipe and she said "Yes, Kevin"
What I told you 'bout that get it right and she said "Yes, daddy"
Rumors in the city, I ain't worried 'bout none of them
Mix the H with the fen, you could go fetch you a Benz
Bulletproof Cutlass, Supreme (Ooh)
Necklace enforced it with, bling
Truck haul the interstate, make the Honda touch down with them Bs
Rollie on glisten, ka-ting
Little, this shit was a, dream
Bread Winner ego go, inc
Jump in the whip and go, screech
Come up from nothing, gold teeth in the gutta, this street
Cut up with cutters and cleats, thuggin', I'm somethin' unique
My children lovin', my women infatuated pullin' the paper from outta that hoe
Everything platinum, ain't regular status
He tuckin' that pack and I'm throwin' em loads
These women mean nothin, they stealin’ my energy from me, was spinnin' me outta control
Fuckin' with trash, I learned my lesson (Ooh)
Two hunnid K for a new perspective (I did)
Got my attention, that ain't bad (Come on)
Get out of line and I'm gettin' you smashed
Tell me it's up and I'm on your ass (I'm on your ass)
I'm in the tank, I'm doin' the dash
Keep your security 'round you
Knowin' you pussy and I am not scared of nothing (I ain't scared of nothing)
I'ma control the threats, I show the press
And turn on the pressure ugly
I made a lot of mistakes in life but I'm up in rank, I'm growin' from that
I gave a lot of you niggas some stripes, but I ain't aight, ain’t going for that
I'm raisin' my son for to be a lil man and he 'bout to live in reality
We open with prayer and stick to the plan and this is the only reality
Your moral compass is all you got
Life in general, cold sport
The higher ups gon' play polite
The system still do what they want
Cool to kick it, but always remember that you still a nigga when you go to court
Been in that blender with plenty of course
Blemish my image, ain’t gettin' no awards
Steady tryna be a better man, still I handle business like a gangsta (Gangsta)
I'ma always be gangsta (Gangsta), I'ma always be gangsta (Gangsta)
Steady tryna be a better man, still I handle business like a gangsta (Gangsta)
I'ma always be gangsta (Gangsta), I'ma always be gangsta (Gangsta)
Respect the laws of the jungle, nigga layin' law down in the slums
I'm the same nigga from the haunted house, with Jermaine Hurd dealing drugs
I'm the same nigga had Marlo Mike, underneath the wing off the bus
I just wanna see you come up, quarter ki of green tryna let 'em thug
I'm the same nigga flood the wild side, with the loratabs in the mud (I did)
In the bottom, standin' outside, Gates got the cocaine and the bud
Rest in peace, Lil' Phat, drop top jag come in all black
Him and Bell, pull on me and Julio, on Louisa Street for the pack
Let me take a nigga back
'Fore I graduated with them racks
The whole Southside eatin', Willy and Trae both jumpin’ out Camaros
That's when Big London had the lac
That's when Big Head had the lac
Boo and L playin' in the lac
We on Arizona in the lab
Big Yak and Ivy in the CTSs, wit the spinners on em, that's a fact
I was uptown at the Easter Bash
White Stan Smith's with the tag
With the long dreads, Polo collar
With Jabo shorts, lettin' em sag
With the red boxers, wit the white horses, all four pockets full of bands
Ayy with all due respect (Come on man)
Ayy, that's me you tryna be, you heard ?
(Ayy, haha, for real)
I don't chill like that, like that
Mane come on man, my lil soldiers on it mane, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Nothin')
It's really nothin' (Man you playin')
compositores: Kevin Jerome Gilyard
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