By Any Means Album Lyrics by Kevin Gates


Kevin Gates Lyrics

By Any Means Lyrics
(Lyrics to the Full Album on one page)

Wish I Had It

Anything lost can be found again
Except time wasted

A vision without action
Is merely a dream
Action is the pride
It the hustle
It's the persistence

In a car while roaming around
All my thoughts been roaming around
Where I come from like a hole in the ground
Silly me still holdin it down
Every car pass by with the music real loud
While they bumpin roamin around
Tellieen me to make a hit but I really don't get
While they walk I'm roaming around

[Hook]
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had
(Retawdid I'm retawdid)
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had
Hustle hustle hustle clock is ticking ain't no time to kick it
Nothing come from sleeping but a dream
Hustle hustle hustle gotta get it
On my true religion
Nothing come from sleeping but I'm dream

Light skinned and I fight good just like muhhamed Ali
(Gates) jab nasty hook good just like muhhamed Ali
Rollin bands in my pants talkin cash ima smash hold up
Out the streets stay in the streets all I could do is be me
With flo rider nothing in common I'm not a B.O.B
Hustle hard and I'm hands on I'm a good guy that can transform
Did time I ain't ask for
Still sendin mail through the hatch form
Different city within the city
More over product then an antfarm
L-l-l-look, don't try this at home

[Hook]

I be loaded actin at condos
Product of a broken home
Pray but I just hope that I don't choke what I'm smokin on
Potent, ocean-grown, no cologne I just roll
Two time convicted felon dumb shit get at me
Yeah it's Luca brasi right here talkin bitch you know I got them racks
Imma shooter with a shooter I ain't never pay for that
Young money wanna sign me, my rap jacket too violent
Bread winner, 100it gang that's dreco and mysie

[Hook]

 

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Don't Know

[Hook]
I know a lot, but there's some things I don't know
Don't know no bitch that I can't hit, don't know no chick that say no
Don't know no chips that I can't get, don't know no whip I can't own
Shit, I know a lot, but there's some things I don't know
Don't know no ugly bitches
Don't know no broke niggas
Don't know no snitch niggas
Don't know no bitch niggas
There's some things I don't know

[Verse 1]
Don't know nobody leaning harder, Phantom bought while out in Florida
Condo out in Georgia, my little daughter died in this water
Don't know nobody who ain't retarded
Know there's a name, don't know what to call it
Actavis flowing like a faucet, 40's my precaution
Don't know who can't afford to take a trip when they get bored
Keep they chick in Michael Kors, wake up in designer stores
Infiniti trucks be pulling up, Louis luggage on the floor
Ain't being searched by TSA, private jets we finna board

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
This new whip I bought is awesome
Don't know how the f*ck I bought it
High speed chase, patrol behind me
Don't know how the f*ck I lost them
I say skiiirt, vroom, head on collision
Don't know how I'm talking
Crash with her deep under paraplegic well barely can see and don't know how I'm walking
Don't know a parrot
Polly be talking your shawty be gawking
She stalling, she falling
Don't know why she's talking or why she be calling
Protecting your momma's house, Macaulay Culkin
Rappers that don't know I'm right on their heels
Don't know how to party, but I'm going in
While they had a party I'm stacking my ins
Exit in a rental, come back in a Benz
I got it

[Hook]

 

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Amnesia

[Hook x2: Doe B]
Who the f*ck that is? Who the f*ck that is?
Who the f*ck that is? Who the f*ck that is?
I don't know that bitch, I don't know them either
Kinda look familiar, I done caught amnesia

[Verse 1: Doe B]
I done f*cked so many hoes I can't keep count no more
Will somebody tell Hugh Hefner he ain't got shit on Doe?
My neck on freeze, my wrist on glow
I'm high as f*ck, I'm sitting low
Want your ho, come get your ho
I got her walking pigeon toed
America next top model[?]
Right here in my condo[?]
I don't even know her name
I just asked her for a condom
And she look like Rihanna
Her ass is like humongous
She say she love my convo cause I kick shit like a punter
But I don't know her name
And she don't know me either
She just want the fame
I just wanna ball no [?]
Love me long time, love me, love me, long time
The reason all my dates be blind dates cause this charm of mine

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Dear Lord could you please have mercy
Rock hard, bitch on me twerkin'
Bitch like you stupid jerkin'
Look, I ain't grab your ass on purpose
Don't remember nothing, guess I'm getting worse
BMTP that's murder
Bring me the pussy, you ain't ever heard her [?]
Now we f*cking in an old excursion
Getting head while I drive excursion
On the phone asking "Am I working [?]"
He must want me to hurt him
Instead of talking like its urgent
Where you know me from, I'm lost
Man you about to make me get off
It was hard, but it started soft
Fish scale, what the hell, that's raw
Hold shots, come get broke off
Two paws, oh God, that's the law
Shots fired, man down, what happened [?]
Envelope, beep phone, I stabbed him
Two shooters, you dummy, I'm coming, get the money
Got a bank roll in this bitch
Amnesia, I have that shit
Ask anything, I forget, quick

[Hook]

 

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Can't Make This Up

[Intro]
(I can't make this up)
Step inside the booth
Loosen up the tie
Superman is still alive!
(I can't make this up)
Retawdid-tawdid-tawdid-tawdid

[Hook]
Been a movie from the start (I can't make this up)
Baby mama's kids a week apart (I can't make this up)
Offered 30 years in the court (I can't make this up)
Now my whips foreign, pulling up (I can't make this up)
Started from the bottom with narcotics, what I'm selling
Who thought I woulda made it from a trap with no electric
Ooohhh, [?] work my wrist with cocaina
Made all of my haters all believers (I can't make this up)

[Verse 1]
Bad when it came to me being on point (Get 'em)
What they say I should be doing I don't
Don't love, don't trust, don't worry I won't
Slim waist, cute face, with a donk in the trunk
Convicted felon for selling
No telling my motto, no telling
Never popped a molly but when I'm on coffee I feel as if I done just tried it
Product of a violent environment, saw niggas go get money I had to go try it
My grandma's a crying, her grandson a liar, like all of this shit gotta stop
Every time that you leave I be having these dreams about you getting locked up for shot
This first bitch I love told me that was my baby but nah, I be thinking it's not
This bitch, well she, she f*cked ten of my friends, I moved on now she saying she high
Got caught, took my lick, then came home to my street, they was trying to hit me with 30
The morals I'm built on, I'll really get killed on it, ain't no such thing as me working
Game I'm in get dirty, couldn't make this up and that's certain

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Occupied by the hand player, Caucasian waitress named Rachael
Saying I look like a drug dealer, you ain't even waiting our table
I like faces, and making faces, and Franklin faces by the cases
This shit's amazing, this shit's amazing! (Take off)
Do the damn thing, no champagne, for me at least a light drink (Retawdid)
Going against my better judgement, opposite of right thing
Cardiovascular happening, beat them chicks from the back while I'm wrapping it
Can't make this shit up, ain't just rapping it
Love a bitch who fight back while I'm stabbing it
Dick put her out and I walk out like [?]
(Think cause you got a pretty face and a fine shape you can play the crime game, mane, BWA, mane)
I put my stamp on it, rough how I handle it, maybe I'm passionate
Making it hurt on the inside, maybe I'm hurt on the inside
Dick in her stomach, this time I'm coming
Go f*ck with a sucka who think you a woman

[Hook]

 

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Keep F*cking With Me

(feat. Plies)

[Hook: Kevin Gates]
Be-be-be cool, y'all must wanna see me incarcerated
Stepping on my shoes, really wanna see me incarcerated
Take shit from who, make the news, get incarcerated
Bitch nigga like you, act a fool, I get incarcerated
Keep f*cking with me, show you what I'm gonna do
Keep f*cking with me, what you wanna do?
Keep f*cking with me, show you what I'm gon do
Bitch nigga like you act a fool, I get incarcerated

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
? Feel like I'm the life of the party
Can't say enough, I go dumb, retarded
My lungs, they coughing, loaded in this bitch
Take off my shades, look at my eyes, they probably rolling in this bitch
Breadwinner ?
Look I'm taking off
You got something on your mind but believe I could take it off
? talking threesomes, knock it off
?
I drop it off

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Plies]


[Hook]

 

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Homicide

[Intro]
I'm not the strongest man in the world
I never said I was
But, I fear none and I respect all
And if you disrespect it, I'mma die bout it

[Hook]
(Shoot em' up) In the ghetto where we all grind
Sun up to sun down
Hustle all night (Shoot em' up)
Pressure on em, that's at all times
Take one of mine then I'mma make sure that we all cry (one eighty seven)
Homicide, Homicide (Shoot em' up)
Pray that it don't be a homicide
Homicide, Homicide (Shoot em' up)
Pray that it don't be a homicide

[Verse 1]
Malcom X a religion but this ain't television
Go watch the movie then come back and try to tell me different
I swear to God I miss my nigga just full of hate (I do)
Bullet in the chamber, pull up and go BANG
Doin' it for his kids the ones that Shud don't look after
Watching the news in a foster home, they father was massacred
In the hospital laid up inside my dick a decathetar
Hill up and go kill up everything in his family
Should've flipped me got to teach the bitch that tried to get at me
Left my nigga children on this Earth to be bastards
Bitch I'm up in the mornin', caught a slip, grip up on em'
At the red light through the windshield knocked out all his components

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Had to draw down, lay the law down for a month straight
Ain't no sleepin', nigga beefin', this a month straight
Band-aids on my fingertips, with gloves on I clutch chrome
Duct tape the bottom of my shoes, with the snub on
Up it, spray it to the pavement you a blood donor
Infrared, white shirt, red all the blood on it
Throw a bag of drugs on you, for the crime scene
Drug-related homicide, closed case, crime scene
Extender stick out, BLICKA BLOCK and didn't dick off
Thought that was your bitch she set you up, caught with your dick out
Trail you to the club and catch you thievin' out that bitch
My decoy fight cause a distraction leave you leakin' out that bitch

[Hook]

 

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Movie

So what would you say has changed
I ain't goin lie it's a different experience far as you don't think for yourself anymore
You put yourself last and you know

Out in California recording
What the f*ck got a text message
Kevin just started
iPhone on FaceTime
This is important
A home birth, this a first
Drika havin my daughter
Watchin on the iPhone
Thought that it was a boy
Thinkin I gotta get home catch a flight to New Orleans
Gonna pick up my car
I gotta drive to Atlanta
In that order
Me and persialogo on the highway
On that water
Only stoppin for gas
Think my Porsche in the garage
Up the stairway in charge
And she ain't open her eyes until she heard me talkin

Man I can't explain the feeling thug
Shit was crazy
She was born November 30th
Nigga ain't thought she was goin be here for Christmas

Already missed a birth of one, maxi plate when he do
Back in Baton Rouge for a video shoot
T and drika blowin up my phone
Probably all day long
I got too much goin on
I'm right down the street
Everything goin wrong
In the back of my mind I'm like what the f*ck do they want
From me
I'm only one man
And it's hard to operate when it ain't no sleep
(It's hard to operate when there ain't no sleep)
Women's hospital where she was admitted
Posed to be there for 12 baby due any minute
Experiencing complications baby no longer kickin
Perform a c-section doctor gotta go in and get em
But that's alright I'm the type up under operator lights
Umbilical cord wrapped around his neck he came out it was fine
Surgeon wiped him off and passed him
I grabbed him
Can't get him off my mind
Cryin on my lap
Satellite video finished right back to the block
It's a movie
My life a movie
It's a movie
I don't like to do no actin
But I know my life could be a f*cking movie

And he was born like December the 18
Be mad at me if I'm wrong but I'm pretty sure it was December the 18
A long ass nigga too
Big muf*cka about that long
Lookin like he could really see what I'm talkin about
Li heazy you don't understand that lil muf*cker about that long

 

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Go Hard

Get Em

[Hook: Rico Love]
Aw man, that bitch she go hard
Put it on me I'm like "Oh Lord"
No panties, baby, no bra
Aw man, that bitch she go hard
I can see her with her clothes off
Aw man, that bitch she go hard
Eat that pussy 'till she doze off
Aw man, that bitch she go hard

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Turn on your headlights, pull in your garage
Somewhat explicit in my metaphors
On top this piano, but keys open doors
Party ammunition, naked all night long, we can go
Spin around, I been around in and out bitch I clown
How many rounds in this bound this bitch out for the count
Ain't no crying now, this ain't no crime that we committed, "hol' up wait its boutta, can I leave it in"

[Hook: Rico Love]

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Studio she making love to my microphone(check)
Naked while caressing as she likes my cologne(yes)
Dinner and a movie who the f*ck am i
That activity Mcfly with another type
Kissin, touchin, huggin, take our time and we ain't no rushing
When we finish I might call you later on, don't call my phone
Opposite of never go soft, straight naked penetration mean I go raw

[Hook: Rico Love]

[Verse 3: Rico love]
F*ck you right, f*ck you right, I f*ck you right
F*cking right, I spend a hundred thousand bucks tonight
Real nigga, I got money and some good dick
Hundred million albums sold, still on that hood shit
F*ck in the phantom, even though I got a bunch of cribs
Stick and move, when it get in you make it punch your ribs
Thats rico love, no picture please, this expensive dreams, and explicit screens
You get the theme

[Hook: Rico Love]

 

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Bet I'm On It

(feat. 2 Chainz)

[Hook: Kevin Gates (2 Chainz)]
Whip through the dash
Some thing on my wrist is blinging
Got a bad bitch in my ride
But the whole time I'm still thinking
(Bet I'm on it
Bet I'm on it
This ain't no motherf*cking leash, I bet I own it)
Smoking green and I'm leaning out the ladle
I'm the flyest nigga living in the whip while I'm still thinking
(Bet I'm on it
Bet I'm on it
This ain't no motherf*cking leash, I bet I own it)

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Respect none of your lies
Got a tampon on my line
P H lovers on offset but pussy hater good try
Double sip, double cup, double parked it this time
Double taking, taking place on a double date, she got ass shots
Bartender she can have shots, take her home give her back shots
Hustle really hard never made it with a sport
Five hundred four grams and you never woulda thought
Eighteen ounces made it with a fork
Loved in the hood but I'm hated in the court
When the ball hit the rim that's a miss
Come to think about it wait, that's a brick
Three hundred eight balls coming, no assist
Aw here we go again, mind on dope again
Cuffs on my wrist tell the ? I don't know again
It's a ? about his ho again
Foreign on them inches take your bitch cause she was taking interest
Ladle licker neighbor kisser ? from the area

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I ain't with all the arcades
Stalked her out like a shar-pay
Fucked your girl for an appetizer then f*cked again for an entree
Southside where I came from, murder rate on the rise
Niggas will murder for food they might as well hold up a sign
I get minez, spell it with a "z"
Niggas sleeping on me: z, z, z
I wake them niggas up, take them niggas' cut, ate them niggas' lunch, EBT
See my movements is a movie, good head soothes me
And I love group sex, hell yea I'ma groupie
If sex is a weapon, hit her ass with that Uzi
Told her to wipe me down, hit her ass with that Boosie
Then we got trippy, hit her ass with that Juicy
Had sex with her raw, hit her ass with that sushi

[Hook]

 

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Arm And Hammer

[Hook]
Box of soda, red and gold (red and gold)
Arm and hammer (Arm and Hammer)
Do the microwave and stove arm and hammer
Trap girl on my phone
She like, "What's the matter?" (What's the matter)
Going hard just ran out of Arm and Hammer
She like bae I'm at the store
What you want? You should know, sandwich bags and Arm and Hammer
With a scale I'm going hammer
Trap jumpin I got junkies watchin burglar bars and cameras

[Verse 1]
I'm charging in my Monte Carlo
Pull up to the trap while on the phone with Jamarlo
Percielago, new Camaro up in full throttle
Buying punch, check the sale, it's a full bottle
BWA, Bread Winners Association
In my trap on the couch like my leg's broke
Catching sells, ain't no way I could be dead broke
Let him in, shut the burglar, lock the deadbolt
Nigga try I got that iron,make your head smoke
Kitchen or whipping can't be like whatchamacallit
Work be f*cking retauded
That's what my customers call it
Grabbed two houses they jumped to like sixty eight by they self
Straight out the pot to the bag, they both weigh seventy wet

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Broke a block down to rocks
Slowly picking my weight up
In the drop selling ounces
If you want weight you can wait up
Ain't been asleep in 3 days
My nickname should be Stay Up
F*ck the club and the mall, right now I'm stacking my cake up
F*ck you hoes I could jack off, I don't play break up to make up
You other niggas had your turn you play your face then get ate up
(Don't wanna get killed)
Don't make us, send you straight to your maker
Bought my paper, my paper, might step out on occasion
Just heard Tyiesha getting married
Here's a congratulations
Invited me on vacation, reception out in Jamaica
Quarterback that play in Dallas, tear it up, Troy Aikman
In a world of bad bitches, don't pass them by the car hating

[Hook]

 

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Posed To Be In Love

Hoe tell me the other day "she sent a nigga to jail"
Man I thought it was legal to beat cho hoe.
Shit cho hoe, f*ck.

Blowing up the phone, she see me calling her.
I whip up in the drive way she done packed up my stuff.
And I'm like what the f*ck, can't even talk to her
Ain't gone lie dis pussy good, it make me feel like stalking her.

We supposed to be in love, we posed to be in love
We supposed to be in love, til it ain't no breaking up
We supposed to be in love, til it ain't no breaking up
Any way that we talk about it, it ain't no walking out
We posed to be in love........[2X]

How the f*ck is you, why the f*ck is you falling all in ya feeling
No understanding I'm ignorant, you'd prolly say that I'm trippin.
Throw da left hand, you duck that one, this right bitch won't miss ya.
Beat a bitch like Chris Brown, go back to jail, no quitting.
No surrender, no retreat, park the whip, hop out on feet.
Me and her brother jouge together, he bet not get in my business.
This shit serious, if you wit it, shit get injured did I mention.
How I'm rockin, you gone pop me or it's back to penitentiary.

Blowing up the phone, she see me calling her.
I whip up in the drive way she done packed up my stuff.
And I'm like what the f*ck, can't even talk to her
Ain't gone lie dis pussy good, it make me feel like stalking her.

We supposed to be in love, we posed to be in love
We supposed to be in love, til it ain't no breaking up
We supposed to be in love, til it ain't no breaking up
Any way that we talk about it, it ain't no walking out
We posed to be in love........[2X]

Hollerin, Shoutin, you got loud, I bom bom you.
Rip the gown you, had around you.
Threw you down, smelled yo flounder. If you just said dick you down, I would've toilet water drowned you.
Know my heart is pounding, I don't talk around a lot of niggas I don't know.
I don't know oh. Blowing up ya mama like "Mama we having problems.
Passing by your house like come outside before it get violent.
Lights off, mask on, silent (shhhhhhhhhhh).

 

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Stop Lyin'

[Intro]
Ahhhh
Own up to your bullshit
Yeah its about that time, damn don't you look foolish
Cause you know, I know, you know you lyin'
Yeah right, uh huh, yeah right mhmm, yeah right stop lyin'
Yeah right, uh huh, yeah right mhmm, yeah right stop lyin'

[Verse 1 - Kevin Gates]
Complication is the conversation
Your contact - erased it
Can't take it - no patience
Major mistake is me believing it you when you say shit
I thought you changed well since you can't I can no longer take it
Go head and face it, plain and basic, different occasions
Gave you my trust and you apologized and then betrayed it
Shame on me, further repeat, I'm all out of favors
And nothing else can save you...
Guessin' you missing integrity
Still gotta focus on what is ahead of me
Great understanding of me as a whole, probably one of the reasons you scared of me
Fiction you telling me, stupid expecting me
Thinking that Imma believe what I'm not believing
Excuse me, I'm sorry
I abruptly beg and pardon

[Hook]
Ahhhh
Own up to your bullshit
Yeah its about that time, damn don't you look foolish
Cause you know, I know, you know you lyin'
Yeah right, uh huh, yeah right mhmm, yeah right stop lyin'
Yeah right, uh huh, yeah right mhmm, yeah right stop lyin'

[Verse 2]
Realest ever, relentless ever, inevitable that I win
Never say never again, [?] the way to pretend
Never be basic again, stay jacked for the faint hearted
Processed it all, but I ain't bought it
But thank god, I can thank god
Fell in a miserable state, when no one you f*ck with will look in your face
[?] you will be the only one you can blame
Shit ain't the same though as it was plain
Focus [?] go hard in the paint, [?] affect when you grindin'
I own the prize, and you're more like a lion
Soar like a eagle, without all the lying, trying
Trying to be something you not, I say I got, you say you got
I say I'm not, you say you tried it, If it happen to me then it happened to you
Or someone you know, or someone you f*ck with
A lot shit be counterfeit, you no longer someone I f*ck with..

[Hook]
Ahhhh
Own up to your bullshit
Yeah its about that time, damn don't you look foolish
Cause you know, I know, you know you lyin'
Yeah right, uh huh, yeah right mhmm, yeah right stop lyin'
Yeah right, uh huh, yeah right mhmm, yeah right stop lyin'

[Outro]
On everything that I love, everything that I love
On everything that I love, man I had enough
On everything that I love, everything I love
On everything that I love, man I had enough
Ahhhh
Own up to your bullshit
Yeah its about that time, damn don't you look foolish
Cause you know, I know, you know you lyin'
Yeah right, uh huh, yeah right mhmm, yeah right stop lyin'
Yeah right, uh huh, yeah right mhmm, yeah right stop lyin'

 

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Wit It

Yeah that's gangsta shit right there
Look say bruh I ain't tripping bout that one ya heard me but look I'mma die hard behind this one here

I'm wit it I'm wit it I'm ready
Serious bout what you say now
Be ready for love
I'm wit it I'm wit it I'm ready
Serious bout what you say
Now ya ready for love
Hustle all day long but all I ever thought about was you
When it rains it pours
It's sad real talk but all I saw was you
I'll f*ck you right, I will
Unlike nobody else
Put that pussy on me make me want nobody else but you

Jumping, pussy gushing
Running like a water faucet
(Please) Don't get off it
I'm out my mind don't know what to call it
Hard to stand and too close to the edge
I think I'm falling
I'm wit it you wit it
Say that you willing we leap out the window
No filter no feelings no ceilings
On bail, like Master P no limit
Acceptance for Kevin's it's a process
You say that you love me no objects
Etc., etc., stop that
Been difficult for me to dodge it

I'm wit it I'm wit it I'm ready
Serious bout what you say now
Be ready for love
I'm wit it I'm wit it I'm ready
Serious bout what you say
Now ya ready for love
Hustle all day long
But all I ever thought about was you
When it rains it pours
It's sad real talk but all I saw was you
I'll f*ck you right, I will
Unlike nobody else
Put that pussy on me make me want nobody else but you

I'm wit it I'm wit it (Chained to you)
I'm wit it I'm wit it (Chained to you)
Hustle all day long but all I ever thought about was you
When it rains it pours
It's sad real talk but all I saw was you

Jumping, pussy gushing
Running like a water faucet
(Please) don't get off it
I'm out my mind don't know what to call it
Hard to stand and too close to the edge
I think I'm falling

I'm wit it you wit it
Say that you willing we leap out the window
No filter no feelings no ceilings
On bail, like Master P no limit
Acceptance for Kevin's it's a process
You say that you love me no objects
Etc., etc., stop that
Been difficult for me to dodge it

I'm wit it I'm wit it I'm ready
Serious bout what you say now
Be ready for love
I'm wit it I'm wit it I'm ready
Serious bout what you say
Now ya ready for love
Hustle all day long
But all I ever thought about was you
When it rains it pours
It's sad real talk but all I saw was you
I'll f*ck you right, I will
Unlike nobody else
Put that pussy on me make me want nobody else but you

I'm wit it I'm wit it (Chained to you)
I'm wit it I'm wit it (Chained to you)
Hustle all day long but all I ever thought about was you
When it rains it pours
It's sad real talk but all I saw was you

 

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Just Want Some Money

[Intro]
Life story for life story, ya heard me
I don't never lie to y'all about nothin'
Mane shit f*cked up right now man
I'm going back to Hunts
I know they was goin' do me up, I swear to God mane
Leave all that in there

[Verse 1]
Okay three months behind on rent but my P.O. I payed em'
Just thought I'd warn you, when I'm broke I turn into a gangsta
My dawg got it, told em pop it, say he can't afford it
Lord forgive me, if he tempt me, I might have to force him
Two pair of drawers, when I'm thuggin', back to jail I'm comin'
So I can have a pair to rock, toilet wash the other
Two kids a week apart, and on the way another baby
My hoes pretend they love me
All my baby mamas hate me
I know my dawg seen me starvin' while this his pack was swolen
In the club, poppin' bottles, I just can't ignore it
Know he got it, told em pop it, now he can't afford it
Lord forgive me, if he tempt me, I might have to force him

[Hook]
I just want some money, I just want some money, I just want some money (You know how I'm comin')
I just want some money, I just want some money
Head first behind the bread (You know how I'm comin')
Doing bad, flat broke, ain't a thang to say
Look out for your dawg, got u when I get it straight
Doing bad, flat broke, ain't a thang to say
Look out for your dawg, I got u when I get it straight

[Verse 2]
The drug habit through the roof, mane you know what's happenin'
Every bitch that love me, bang and count it, overdraft
(What's with all the excuses, you gon' do it or don't?)
I know everybody I owe, I owe everybody I know
Then that same nigga I told, went told everybody I know (Damn)
Dr-dr-dressing for me, catching rides, then got disgusting
Passenger side in public, women, who give up they number
Talkin' ballin', then you oughtta toss it on the muzzle
Wanna break it off, might just have to break him off of nothin'
They lookin good but maybe, just ran out of patience
All around me papers, ain't nothin' straight girl
Hear me prayin'
Feel like I'm hatin' on em'
He don't wanna give it up, I might have to take it from em'

[Hook]

[Outro]
All these old bitch ass niggas runnin' round this bitch ballin'
Yeah this song ain't for you
[?]
Yeah 2014 I'mma take control of the reins

 

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Again

I've been abused by this cold, cold world

Everybody around you pretending that they your partner (Woah!)
Let you have a problem they won't even help you out (Woah!)
Smiling in your face, you turn your back they talk about you
I've been abused by this cold, cold world

Lord I'm going out I'm stacking all my benjamins
Swear to God that I can't wait to shit on all my friends again
I'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again
I'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again

Long hair Trina looking like she got ass shots (Ooh!)
Doing pole a rope and sipping lean and soda I am not
Glock nine by the stop sign bout fifty thousand in the stash spot
Pray to God we don't crash in the whip through the dash
I could tap the gas and make that ass drop

Ever wonder why your bitch look funny when the music playing
Been a gangster safe to say that I live everything I'm saying
Bend her over pull her hair and eat her pussy, lick her ass
And when we be cutting up her feet be in the ceiling fan

Hold up, let me get my roll on
Think I need another pocket just to put my phone on
H-h-h-hold on, let me get my roll on
Think I need another pocket just to put my phone on (Who there?)
Long nose, better get your donk on
Speaking with the wrong tone, that'll get you dun dun
Thinking with my dick wasn't nothing like a thong song
Looking for a two piece boom chicka boom boom

Everybody around you pretending that they your partner (Woah!)
Let you have a problem they won't even help you out (Woah!)
Smiling in your face, you turn your back they talk about you
I've been abused by this cold, cold world

Lord I'm going out I'm stacking all my benjamins
Swear to God that I can't wait to shit on all my friends again
I'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again
I'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again

Pants sagging bout gat blasting while rats snitching I am tatted
Lean bad got bad habits yell a bitch from Lafayette fantastic
Dead broke, got mad ad it, I'm back stacking I'm flap-jacking
Your flap rattling you fat faggot, I'm back at it in the trap trapping

I love the bens, I've been camping, I'm standing strong, you bandwagon
I'm concrete, you transparent, my dick out, your hand grabbin
No can blame us, who grab bammas, eat yo block, then rim shaggin
No hidden cameras, from the back smashing, her ass clapping, I am nasty

Road to riches, go and get it and Daytona charges
Took a dive from not following our first mind
I was getting in the mail from UPS
If I tell you I'mma stay away from Juliet
I'm alive

Everybody around you pretending that they your partner (Woah!)
Let you have a problem they won't even help you out (Woah!)
Smiling in your face, you turn your back they talk about you
I've been abused by this cold, cold world

Lord I'm going out I'm stacking all my benjamins
Swear to God that I can't wait to shit on all my friends again
I'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again
I'mma pull up bens again, p-p-pull up bens again

 

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Get Up On My Level

Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level (love)
Get up on my level (up there)
Get up on my level (up there)
Get up on my level (up there)
Get up on my level (up there)
Get up on my level (up there)

Tongue kissing, I'm fight in public
Can't see you niggas
No feelings, ain't no bitch I'm trusting
Can't see you niggas
Faces that she make, disgusting
Can't see you niggas
Throwing dick inside her stomach
Can't see you niggas
Call her cause I've been hurt before
Can't see you niggas
Love don't live here anymore
Can't see you niggas
Racks spent on designer frames
Can't see you niggas
Rocking shades to hide the pain
I can't see you niggas

Money ain't shit
Got it all day, get it all day
Hoes y'all chase, wanna f*ck me
The things you niggas brag about, ain't shit to me
I feel it's only right to say

You niggas need to get up on my level
Get up on my level
get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
You niggas need to get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level

Ain't squealed when the polices took me
Can't see you niggas
'Fraid to death in Central Booking
Can't see you niggas
Lick was for my team, I took it
Can't see you niggas
Not thinking they would play me, pussy
I can't see you niggas
Talked about when I'm not looking
Like Stevie Wonder
Play with kids while making music
Like Stevie Wonder
Smiling bright throughout my struggle
Like Stevie Wonder
Rich as shit, but can't see nothing
Just like Stevie Wonder
Money ain't shit
Got it all day, get it all day
Hoes y'all chase, wanna f*ck me
The things you niggas brag about, ain't shit to me
I feel it's only right to say

You niggas need to get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
You niggas need to get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level

Going hard for em in the paint
Never had a real family
That nigga I call daddy
I never had a real daddy
They was already making music, I just added rap talent
Came out of prison, pursuing my dream
Now everybody mad at me
I ain't never tried to diss y'all
All I ever did was tell the truth
Pray every one of y'all artists make it
Don't or do, I still salute
Got real niggas from New Orleans
All they do is clip corners
Mad men don't make statements
You bigger than that, that's phony
Want every nigga that rap, from Louisiana to make it
Medication, that meditation, it elevating the greatness
I'm not bothered by your disses
You was in your feelings
Gave you niggas my all and you mistreat your nigga

Now I can't see you niggas
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Love don't live here anymore
I can't see you niggas
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Love don't live here anymore
Now I can't see you niggas
Get up on my level
Can't see you niggas
I can't see you niggas
Karma comes right back around
And you'll get what you did to me
Oh I can't see you niggas
And love don't live here anymore
I can't see you niggas
Karma comes right back around
And you'll get what you did to me
You'll get what you did to me
Karma comes right back around
And you'll get what you did to me
I can't see you niggas
What you did to me
Karma comes right back around
And you'll get what you did to me
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