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Luca Brasi 4 Album
by  Kevin Gates


Kevin Gates - Luca Brasi 4 Lyrics
(Featuring G Herbo, NoCap, Hurricane Wisdom, YKNIECE, YoungBoy Never Broke Again, 4Xtra)



  1. Intro
  2. Thuggin
  3. Stutter
  4. Dying Is Easy
  5. Disappoint Me
  6. Stir The Pot
  7. Factory Reset
  8. Satellites 2
  9. I Love This Bitch
  10. BBO (Simon Says)
  11. Living Out Loud
  12. Hiding Emotions
  13. I Am
  14. Look Like
  15. Bread Straight
  16. Hard Work
  17. Bad Business
  18. Panama Cartel
  19. Hard For Pt. 2 (Many Times)

Intro


[DJ Holiday:]
Reportin' live from the top of the mixtape food chain
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, I still see you little niggas down there
Prayin' and hopin' this shit and you better kiss my crown, nigga
I raised you little niggas, Kevin Gates, DJ Holiday, my summer
Out my top, motherf*ck that shit, street nigga, not a gangbanger
In the hood, niggas bang daily
Caught 'caine-slangin' was a game changer
Thank God nobody shot stanky, Carolina Street, me and Spanky
Pit bulls in the yard, Luca murder streak goin' hard
Boulevard male on a call, I'm about to buy the boulevard
Mayonnaise jars full of boilin' water
Watch it melt down to the hard
Lip quick, say he whooped a charge
I got mocha, give me it wit' the fall
Nigga touch juice, they got to fall
But this sicker, I want to see 'em ball
Twenty-fives bouncin' off the wall
Straight-up player, amazin', I'm a dog
Fronted Madd Marvin, that's a nine, Cedric Tesco on the line
Told Birdman, 'I don't get tired', he say, 'It's too much at one time'
Young and thuggin', really came from nothin'
I just want to see my niggas shine
Believe that, you know, me and Bryan Johnson
We in the room talkin', I was still in the street
'Round the time I first had Colin jump the deal
You heard me? He said that me don't get a nigga all that
I'm like, 'Shit, my little nigga come form nothin'
I want to see him shine (Turn up)
Face card worth a million, Breadwinners in the buildin'
All a rapper got to do is play wit' me and it's 'bout to be a killin'
F*ck wit' niggas on the murder team
Homicide division, murder scene
Industry been f*cked up wit' me, rap game I been murderin'
F*ck-nigga, you a hater, behold fillet with the table
Just told Luci I'm a gangsta, step game somethin' major
Jumpin' on the phone, he out Abbeville, nigga, [?] and I'm slangin'
Oscar Givins, you a real nigga, Breadwinner Gang, no changin'
Hit Jonesboro wit' Jamalo Lee, hold up, let me give a illustration
Oscar get it in, work release, say the wrong thing, he'll stank you
Demonstration, Billy Gateses, extra big dog, why he fakin'?
You a real nigga, nigga died, you won't even look me in the eyes
Nigga, pussy all in your eyes, yeah, I said it, what, you surprised?
My momma know I done killed niggas
Nigga been ready for the died
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[DJ Holiday:]
Reportin' live from the top of the mixtape food chain
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, I still see you little niggas down there
Prayin' and hopin' this shit and you better kiss my crown, nigga
I raised you little niggas, Kevin Gates, DJ Holiday, my summer
Out my top, motherf*ck that shit, street nigga, not a gangbanger
In the hood, niggas bang daily
Caught 'caine-slangin' was a game changer
Thank God nobody shot stanky, Carolina Street, me and Spanky
Pit bulls in the yard, Luca murder streak goin' hard
Boulevard male on a call, I'm about to buy the boulevard
Mayonnaise jars full of boilin' water
Watch it melt down to the hard
Lip quick, say he whooped a charge
I got mocha, give me it wit' the fall
Nigga touch juice, they got to fall
But this sicker, I want to see 'em ball
Twenty-fives bouncin' off the wall
Straight-up player, amazin', I'm a dog
Fronted Madd Marvin, that's a nine, Cedric Tesco on the line
Told Birdman, 'I don't get tired', he say, 'It's too much at one time'
Young and thuggin', really came from nothin'
I just want to see my niggas shine
Believe that, you know, me and Bryan Johnson
We in the room talkin', I was still in the street
'Round the time I first had Colin jump the deal
You heard me? He said that me don't get a nigga all that
I'm like, 'Shit, my little nigga come form nothin'
I want to see him shine (Turn up)
Face card worth a million, Breadwinners in the buildin'
All a rapper got to do is play wit' me and it's 'bout to be a killin'
F*ck wit' niggas on the murder team
Homicide division, murder scene
Industry been f*cked up wit' me, rap game I been murderin'
F*ck-nigga, you a hater, behold fillet with the table
Just told Luci I'm a gangsta, step game somethin' major
Jumpin' on the phone, he out Abbeville, nigga, [?] and I'm slangin'
Oscar Givins, you a real nigga, Breadwinner Gang, no changin'
Hit Jonesboro wit' Jamalo Lee, hold up, let me give a illustration
Oscar get it in, work release, say the wrong thing, he'll stank you
Demonstration, Billy Gateses, extra big dog, why he fakin'?
You a real nigga, nigga died, you won't even look me in the eyes
Nigga, pussy all in your eyes, yeah, I said it, what, you surprised?
My momma know I done killed niggas
Nigga been ready for the died
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Writer: Alex Petit, Kevin Gilyard, Kevin Price
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Thuggin


[ Featuring G Herbo ]

Yeah, I got a Blackberry, you hear me? (I'ma just talk my shit on this bitch)
Yeah, I'm just waiting on the blackberry for the start up, bitch
(Ay, boy, f*ck you, boy)
Yeah, that bitch 'bout to start up in a minute (yeah, talk about you)
You lil' pussy-ass bitch
You know what's happenin' with me, ho
I'll tell you, "F*ck you" in your face, boy
I'll tell you, "F*ck you" in your face, bitch (you know how I'm livin', boy)
White G Nikes, walking like trying not to crease the front
White t-shirt, black Maybach, pop the trunk, go get you one
Porter Ranch, mansion shoppin', wifey pick out what she want
Yellow Bumblebee Mercedes, cooling with my new lil' baby
Cully truck, bow in the front, who this? This for you, lil' baby
Pinky ring, bling-bling-blaow, no sneaky links, I'm faithful now
Diamond chains, but chopper blangin', matching diamond tennis bracelet
Trying to pop it on the slick like I ain't turnt up 'round this bitch?
Community that you live in ain't got a gate up or a fence
Rolex watch don't fit your wrist, you probably stole it from a trick
All my family stay in Watts, safe to say we with the shits
If I catch you out of bounds, I'ma do you somethin' sick
Yeah, take your lick, we thuggin'
All that dissing you be doin' don't mean nothing
Real street nigga, know you pussy, you be bluffing
Watch who you hang around, turn your gangster down
Creep up on you, catch you slipping, lay you down
T.T.G., trained to go, we don't wait around (yeah)
I'm a money getter (money getter)
Up eight figures, liquid, bitch, and I'm still getting richer
Fashion district, spend two-fifty like I bought a Richard (ay)
I'm in Philly, all thick shit like I ball for the Sixers
Pull up M3, M6, GT, Cyber beast or the Urus
Six whips, half an M on a kit, that's nothing
I spend a 100K on my killers
I'm in the 'Raq with a fin and a Drac'
I've been totin' my Glock since a lil' one
.38, I wrapped it with tape (you know that)
Used to fire the whole block up and hit it (skrrt)
Stash box in the V or the divot
Ride with no mask, we still left off fifty (grrt)
I ain't give no f*ck when I did it
Plead the fifth before I admit it
Me and Gates, we apes and gorillas
Yeah, take your lick, we thuggin'
All that dissing you be doin' don't mean nothing
Real street nigga, know you pussy, you be bluffing
Watch who you hang around, turn your gangster down
Creep up on you, catch you slipping, lay you down
T.T.G., trained to go, we don't wait around (yeah)
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Yeah, I got a Blackberry, you hear me? (I'ma just talk my shit on this bitch)
Yeah, I'm just waiting on the blackberry for the start up, bitch
(Ay, boy, f*ck you, boy)
Yeah, that bitch 'bout to start up in a minute (yeah, talk about you)
You lil' pussy-ass bitch
You know what's happenin' with me, ho
I'll tell you, "F*ck you" in your face, boy
I'll tell you, "F*ck you" in your face, bitch (you know how I'm livin', boy)
White G Nikes, walking like trying not to crease the front
White t-shirt, black Maybach, pop the trunk, go get you one
Porter Ranch, mansion shoppin', wifey pick out what she want
Yellow Bumblebee Mercedes, cooling with my new lil' baby
Cully truck, bow in the front, who this? This for you, lil' baby
Pinky ring, bling-bling-blaow, no sneaky links, I'm faithful now
Diamond chains, but chopper blangin', matching diamond tennis bracelet
Trying to pop it on the slick like I ain't turnt up 'round this bitch?
Community that you live in ain't got a gate up or a fence
Rolex watch don't fit your wrist, you probably stole it from a trick
All my family stay in Watts, safe to say we with the shits
If I catch you out of bounds, I'ma do you somethin' sick
Yeah, take your lick, we thuggin'
All that dissing you be doin' don't mean nothing
Real street nigga, know you pussy, you be bluffing
Watch who you hang around, turn your gangster down
Creep up on you, catch you slipping, lay you down
T.T.G., trained to go, we don't wait around (yeah)
I'm a money getter (money getter)
Up eight figures, liquid, bitch, and I'm still getting richer
Fashion district, spend two-fifty like I bought a Richard (ay)
I'm in Philly, all thick shit like I ball for the Sixers
Pull up M3, M6, GT, Cyber beast or the Urus
Six whips, half an M on a kit, that's nothing
I spend a 100K on my killers
I'm in the 'Raq with a fin and a Drac'
I've been totin' my Glock since a lil' one
.38, I wrapped it with tape (you know that)
Used to fire the whole block up and hit it (skrrt)
Stash box in the V or the divot
Ride with no mask, we still left off fifty (grrt)
I ain't give no f*ck when I did it
Plead the fifth before I admit it
Me and Gates, we apes and gorillas
Yeah, take your lick, we thuggin'
All that dissing you be doin' don't mean nothing
Real street nigga, know you pussy, you be bluffing
Watch who you hang around, turn your gangster down
Creep up on you, catch you slipping, lay you down
T.T.G., trained to go, we don't wait around (yeah)
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Writer: Kevin Jerome Gilyard, Herbert Wright III
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Stutter


Stop, don't touch me there, this is my no-no square
I got that-, on me, if you're hearing impaired
Thugging, you know I'm out the gutter
I'll put you in a puddle, did I st-st-st-st-stutter, stutter?
Everybody know I'm pressure, niggas ain't me
Certified living legend, who they tryin' be?
Screaming, "Free the real," I'ma scream it 'til they free
Let me get my dick back, dick riding ain't free (dick riding ain't)
Watch I get my lick back and you can tell I'm really thugging (thugging)
Out here doing me, did I st-st-st-st-stutter?
Switchasaurs with a button st-st-st-st-st-st-stutter
It ain't even for discussion that I st-st-st-st-stutter
Cartier frame swap and swap the hater blockers out
Block a hater, b-b-baow, ain't gotta pay to knock him out
Hold up, music still glitching, b-b-b-b-b-b-baow
Trap house, sexy fitness, getting busy working out, b-b-baow
Breadwinner concert, I'm beyond turnt (beyond turnt)
I come out the shirt, baby, might lift up her skirt (might lift up her skirt)
Want me to spit a verse, quench her thirst, messing up her words
Bend her frame, beat it from the back, make her body jerk (b-b-baow)
Wax on, wax off, Mr. Miyagi serve (Miyagi)
Dissin' now you tryna kick it? I don't do karate, sir (I don't do karate)
Wonder why you not with me? Winning is what I prefer (Breadwinner)
Really gettin' what I deserve
Everybody know I'm pressure, niggas ain't me
Certified living legend, who they tryin' be?
Screaming, "Free the real," I'ma scream it 'til they free
Let me get my dick back, dick riding ain't free (dick riding ain't)
Watch I get my lick back and you can tell I'm really thugging (thugging)
Out here doing me, did I st-st-st-st-stutter?
Switchasaurs with a button st-st-st-st-st-st-stutter
It ain't even for discussion that I st-st-st-st-stutter
Stop, don't touch me there, this is my no-no square
I got that-, on me, if you're hearing impaired
Thugging, you know I'm out the gutter
I'll put you in a puddle, did I st-st-st-st-stutter, stutter?
Eli just re-did the wrist, too legit to quit bricks
Mc on me hammer, d-d-d-d-diamonds dancing, lot of squares
Michael Jackson bad, moonwalking backwards
Long live Black Amigo Gang, Young Scooter road runnin' (run it up)
Running up a ticket, Soul 4 Real singing, "Candy Rain"
Me and Brittany Renner not the slightest bit of bothered
Internet went in a frenzy
That's how I know your dick little
If you rendered an opinion in another nigga's business (well, damn)
Everybody know I'm pressure, niggas ain't me (yeah)
Certified living legend, who they tryin' be?
Screaming, "Free the real," I'ma scream it 'til they free
Let me get my dick back, dick riding ain't free (dick riding ain't)
Watch I get my lick back and you can tell I'm really thugging (I'm beyond turnt)
Out here doing me, did I st-st-st-st-stutter?
Switchasaurs with a button st-st-st-st-st-st-stutter
It ain't even for discussion that I st-st-st-st-stutter
(Breadwinner)
Why the f*ck do I keep stuttering? (Pressure)
But this a, this a learning, we learning (ain't me, yeah)
This a le-learning, we learning in progress, damn (who he tryin' be?)
But he already coming in like that-that-that-that-that-that
That-that-that-that, damn
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Stop, don't touch me there, this is my no-no square
I got that-, on me, if you're hearing impaired
Thugging, you know I'm out the gutter
I'll put you in a puddle, did I st-st-st-st-stutter, stutter?
Everybody know I'm pressure, niggas ain't me
Certified living legend, who they tryin' be?
Screaming, "Free the real," I'ma scream it 'til they free
Let me get my dick back, dick riding ain't free (dick riding ain't)
Watch I get my lick back and you can tell I'm really thugging (thugging)
Out here doing me, did I st-st-st-st-stutter?
Switchasaurs with a button st-st-st-st-st-st-stutter
It ain't even for discussion that I st-st-st-st-stutter
Cartier frame swap and swap the hater blockers out
Block a hater, b-b-baow, ain't gotta pay to knock him out
Hold up, music still glitching, b-b-b-b-b-b-baow
Trap house, sexy fitness, getting busy working out, b-b-baow
Breadwinner concert, I'm beyond turnt (beyond turnt)
I come out the shirt, baby, might lift up her skirt (might lift up her skirt)
Want me to spit a verse, quench her thirst, messing up her words
Bend her frame, beat it from the back, make her body jerk (b-b-baow)
Wax on, wax off, Mr. Miyagi serve (Miyagi)
Dissin' now you tryna kick it? I don't do karate, sir (I don't do karate)
Wonder why you not with me? Winning is what I prefer (Breadwinner)
Really gettin' what I deserve
Everybody know I'm pressure, niggas ain't me
Certified living legend, who they tryin' be?
Screaming, "Free the real," I'ma scream it 'til they free
Let me get my dick back, dick riding ain't free (dick riding ain't)
Watch I get my lick back and you can tell I'm really thugging (thugging)
Out here doing me, did I st-st-st-st-stutter?
Switchasaurs with a button st-st-st-st-st-st-stutter
It ain't even for discussion that I st-st-st-st-stutter
Stop, don't touch me there, this is my no-no square
I got that-, on me, if you're hearing impaired
Thugging, you know I'm out the gutter
I'll put you in a puddle, did I st-st-st-st-stutter, stutter?
Eli just re-did the wrist, too legit to quit bricks
Mc on me hammer, d-d-d-d-diamonds dancing, lot of squares
Michael Jackson bad, moonwalking backwards
Long live Black Amigo Gang, Young Scooter road runnin' (run it up)
Running up a ticket, Soul 4 Real singing, "Candy Rain"
Me and Brittany Renner not the slightest bit of bothered
Internet went in a frenzy
That's how I know your dick little
If you rendered an opinion in another nigga's business (well, damn)
Everybody know I'm pressure, niggas ain't me (yeah)
Certified living legend, who they tryin' be?
Screaming, "Free the real," I'ma scream it 'til they free
Let me get my dick back, dick riding ain't free (dick riding ain't)
Watch I get my lick back and you can tell I'm really thugging (I'm beyond turnt)
Out here doing me, did I st-st-st-st-stutter?
Switchasaurs with a button st-st-st-st-st-st-stutter
It ain't even for discussion that I st-st-st-st-stutter
(Breadwinner)
Why the f*ck do I keep stuttering? (Pressure)
But this a, this a learning, we learning (ain't me, yeah)
This a le-learning, we learning in progress, damn (who he tryin' be?)
But he already coming in like that-that-that-that-that-that
That-that-that-that, damn
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Writer: Kevin Jerome Gilyard, Tate Kobang
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Dying Is Easy


[ Featuring NoCap ]

Everybody all got high expectations
See me in person, wanna start conversations
I'm beyond grateful for congratulations
Damn good job
I know God really did a good job
On my mental, was dealin' with bad thoughts
Thinkin' 'bout my dogs that I lost
All of the women that walked off
Trustin' too many was my flaw (damn)
Done it all, I done lost and got crossed
Struggles I faced and stood tall
Get back up every time that I fall
My testimony tested my beliefs
A lot of people want me to rest in peace
(Why they ain't tell 'em that)
Dying is easy, but living is harder
Your bitch is easy, and she gets me harder
I f*ck like a dog, and I keep me a stalker
My top five competing, they all fighting for starters
Your love like gasoline, it burn like fire
Your love like gasoline, it burn like fire
On the way to a show, put my trust in the pilot
Soon as I land, put my trust in the driver
Gave twenty grand to the nigga on side me
Only so long you can kill 'em with kindness
I did a show, put deposits on lawyers
You did a show and went threw it in Onyx
You movin' similar to all these women
But you know these rappers ain't nothin' like us
Red Ferrari back in the garage
Too many city lights, it's hard to see the stars at night
Went left and you was walkin' out the door
That's the same reason I would never give you bragging rights
Think that I need her, I would leave her
I put it all in a liter
They bite the hand that would feed 'em
Teethprints on all of my fingers
I'm convinced that he did it on purpose
I was high when I said I was perfect
I took this when I witnessed a murder
Dying is easy, but living is harder
Your bitch is easy, and she gets me harder
I f*ck like a dog, and I keep me a stalker
My top five competing, they all fighting for starters
Wondering if I should start her
If it's a problem, I know how to solve 'em
I don't just be talkin', I really get off (what up?)
Hate when she nag, nag, nag, nag when I'm trappin'
I'm not tryna ignore your texts and your call (hello?)
Love when you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hit you hard from the back, took you shoppin' and bought you a car (for real)
I'm tryna give you the world and you still ain't satisfied at all
When I would chill with other women, I'm not satisfied at all
Don't confuse me with these niggas, I know you not satisfied at all (satisfied at all)
I gave this shit my all, and they still not satisfied at all
Don't entertain suicidal thoughts, and I say
Dying is easy, but living is harder
Your bitch is easy, and she gets me harder
I f*ck like a dog, and I keep me a stalker
My top five competing, they all fighting for starters
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Everybody all got high expectations
See me in person, wanna start conversations
I'm beyond grateful for congratulations
Damn good job
I know God really did a good job
On my mental, was dealin' with bad thoughts
Thinkin' 'bout my dogs that I lost
All of the women that walked off
Trustin' too many was my flaw (damn)
Done it all, I done lost and got crossed
Struggles I faced and stood tall
Get back up every time that I fall
My testimony tested my beliefs
A lot of people want me to rest in peace
(Why they ain't tell 'em that)
Dying is easy, but living is harder
Your bitch is easy, and she gets me harder
I f*ck like a dog, and I keep me a stalker
My top five competing, they all fighting for starters
Your love like gasoline, it burn like fire
Your love like gasoline, it burn like fire
On the way to a show, put my trust in the pilot
Soon as I land, put my trust in the driver
Gave twenty grand to the nigga on side me
Only so long you can kill 'em with kindness
I did a show, put deposits on lawyers
You did a show and went threw it in Onyx
You movin' similar to all these women
But you know these rappers ain't nothin' like us
Red Ferrari back in the garage
Too many city lights, it's hard to see the stars at night
Went left and you was walkin' out the door
That's the same reason I would never give you bragging rights
Think that I need her, I would leave her
I put it all in a liter
They bite the hand that would feed 'em
Teethprints on all of my fingers
I'm convinced that he did it on purpose
I was high when I said I was perfect
I took this when I witnessed a murder
Dying is easy, but living is harder
Your bitch is easy, and she gets me harder
I f*ck like a dog, and I keep me a stalker
My top five competing, they all fighting for starters
Wondering if I should start her
If it's a problem, I know how to solve 'em
I don't just be talkin', I really get off (what up?)
Hate when she nag, nag, nag, nag when I'm trappin'
I'm not tryna ignore your texts and your call (hello?)
Love when you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hit you hard from the back, took you shoppin' and bought you a car (for real)
I'm tryna give you the world and you still ain't satisfied at all
When I would chill with other women, I'm not satisfied at all
Don't confuse me with these niggas, I know you not satisfied at all (satisfied at all)
I gave this shit my all, and they still not satisfied at all
Don't entertain suicidal thoughts, and I say
Dying is easy, but living is harder
Your bitch is easy, and she gets me harder
I f*ck like a dog, and I keep me a stalker
My top five competing, they all fighting for starters
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Writer: Kevin Jerome Gilyard, Kobe Vidal Crawford
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Disappoint Me


[ Featuring Hurricane Wisdom ]

(Yung Lan on the track)
Like I'm mad inside
Shit make me cry sometimes
I hold this shit together
(Hundred bands for a Kilo) hold this shit together
Knowing I'm dope, keeping it how it went in how I got my extras
Back against the rope, developed thick skin, I can't knock my lessons
Won't f*ck her friend, don't operate out of revenge, I can't block my blessings
Keeping it real, everyone 'round pretend, now I got my blessings
Hurt so many times, I can't be hurt no more (be hurt no more)
You can't hurt me, you can only disappoint me
Hurt so many times, I can't be hurt no more (be hurt no more)
You can't hurt me, you can only disappoint me
Ball (ball), like I seen it all (I have)
Know it look like I made it out, feel like I made it out, it don't
Ayy, sweet life get hard, you know (you know)
'Til you understand, you don't (you don't)
Sippin' lean, we spin, count up, sin, now all your friends gone
All my friends is blue (yeah), some say this world is cold (it's low)
Ain't nothing to tell them go, I crack a seal, then tell 'em slow (slow)
Only God can tell me no (huh)
Won't pretend, it's on the floor
Kinda sad he sweat for bro
See, when it's me, you never know
'Cause in this world, you never know
With diamonds, I'm still clever, though
See, f*ck a speech, I never spoke
All this shit I never wrote (ayy)
Now money come in envelopes
I was broke, but didn't break
See, this shit in and outta state
Watch me beat the interstate (skrrt)
Knowing I'm dope, keeping it how it went in how I got my extras
Back against the rope, developed thick skin, I can't knock my lessons
Won't f*ck her friend, don't operate out of revenge, I can't block my blessings
Keeping it real, everyone 'round pretend, now I got my blessings
Hurt so many times, I can't be hurt no more (be hurt no more)
You can't hurt me, you can only disappoint me
Hurt so many times, I can't be hurt no more (be hurt no more)
You can't hurt me, you can only disappoint me
Like my feelings confiscated
Though I gave it perfect effort
Highly favored, know I'm special
Releasing traumas, working at it
Staying away from people for my protection seem to be working better
World not worthy of my presence, conversation surface level (gone)
Never put trust in a bitch mama, she gon' always side with her
When you treat this bitch like a real mama, deep down inside, it hurt
When you love yourself, your eyes got opened, you see they bet against you
When you not happy, it go unnoticed when they benefitin'
No surrender, no retreat, we gotta stand on business
Don't let 'em trick you, they tend to miss you when you been official
I made mistakes, the wrong idea was did with good intentions
Used that against me, they tend to miss you when you been official
Knowing I'm dope, keeping it how it went in how I got my extras
Back against the rope, developed thick skin, I can't knock my lessons
Won't f*ck her friend, don't operate out of revenge, I can't block my blessings
Keeping it real, everyone 'round pretend, now I got my blessings
Hurt so many times, I can't be hurt no more (be hurt no more)
You can't hurt me, you can only disappoint me
Hurt so many times, I can't be hurt no more (be hurt no more)
You can't hurt me, you can only disappoint me
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(Yung Lan on the track)
Like I'm mad inside
Shit make me cry sometimes
I hold this shit together
(Hundred bands for a Kilo) hold this shit together
Knowing I'm dope, keeping it how it went in how I got my extras
Back against the rope, developed thick skin, I can't knock my lessons
Won't f*ck her friend, don't operate out of revenge, I can't block my blessings
Keeping it real, everyone 'round pretend, now I got my blessings
Hurt so many times, I can't be hurt no more (be hurt no more)
You can't hurt me, you can only disappoint me
Hurt so many times, I can't be hurt no more (be hurt no more)
You can't hurt me, you can only disappoint me
Ball (ball), like I seen it all (I have)
Know it look like I made it out, feel like I made it out, it don't
Ayy, sweet life get hard, you know (you know)
'Til you understand, you don't (you don't)
Sippin' lean, we spin, count up, sin, now all your friends gone
All my friends is blue (yeah), some say this world is cold (it's low)
Ain't nothing to tell them go, I crack a seal, then tell 'em slow (slow)
Only God can tell me no (huh)
Won't pretend, it's on the floor
Kinda sad he sweat for bro
See, when it's me, you never know
'Cause in this world, you never know
With diamonds, I'm still clever, though
See, f*ck a speech, I never spoke
All this shit I never wrote (ayy)
Now money come in envelopes
I was broke, but didn't break
See, this shit in and outta state
Watch me beat the interstate (skrrt)
Knowing I'm dope, keeping it how it went in how I got my extras
Back against the rope, developed thick skin, I can't knock my lessons
Won't f*ck her friend, don't operate out of revenge, I can't block my blessings
Keeping it real, everyone 'round pretend, now I got my blessings
Hurt so many times, I can't be hurt no more (be hurt no more)
You can't hurt me, you can only disappoint me
Hurt so many times, I can't be hurt no more (be hurt no more)
You can't hurt me, you can only disappoint me
Like my feelings confiscated
Though I gave it perfect effort
Highly favored, know I'm special
Releasing traumas, working at it
Staying away from people for my protection seem to be working better
World not worthy of my presence, conversation surface level (gone)
Never put trust in a bitch mama, she gon' always side with her
When you treat this bitch like a real mama, deep down inside, it hurt
When you love yourself, your eyes got opened, you see they bet against you
When you not happy, it go unnoticed when they benefitin'
No surrender, no retreat, we gotta stand on business
Don't let 'em trick you, they tend to miss you when you been official
I made mistakes, the wrong idea was did with good intentions
Used that against me, they tend to miss you when you been official
Knowing I'm dope, keeping it how it went in how I got my extras
Back against the rope, developed thick skin, I can't knock my lessons
Won't f*ck her friend, don't operate out of revenge, I can't block my blessings
Keeping it real, everyone 'round pretend, now I got my blessings
Hurt so many times, I can't be hurt no more (be hurt no more)
You can't hurt me, you can only disappoint me
Hurt so many times, I can't be hurt no more (be hurt no more)
You can't hurt me, you can only disappoint me
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Writer: Kevin Jerome Gilyard, Wisdom Mikeal Oluola
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Stir The Pot


Ay, look
They say I'm the realest, I get that a lot
Say what I want, who gon' tell me to stop?
Say you want smoke then I'm ready to die
One of the men standing on ten
Built a lil' different in case you forgot
I'm really him, y'all ain't identical
I'm in here stirring the pot
Stirring the pot, stirring the pot, stirring the pot, stirring the
I'm really him, y'all ain't identical (stirring the pot, stirring the pot)
I'm in here stirring the pot (stirring the pot, stirring the)
Stirring the pot, stirring the pot, stirring the pot, stirring the
One of the men standing on ten (stirring the pot, stirring the pot)
Built a lil' different in case you forgot (stirring the pot, stirring the)
(What up?)
Artist I done helped before they got famous
Won't return the favor once they got famous
Most of y'all fakin', no name stated
Thank you, no thank you, no handshakin'
I'ma keep it all the way entertainment
No direct line, no communication (hello?)
You can have your people reach out to my people
Say you want a feature, tell 'em send the payment (tell 'em to send that)
I am professionally not playing'
No harborin' resentment, totally understand
Y'all was just teachin' me how to play it
All of the women that I ever dated (for real)
Thank you for turning me into a player (for real)
I was a gentleman, and I was genuine, genuinely been manipulated
Be careful, they clever, schemin', imitatin'
Onward and upward, I ain't gon' see you later
I'm a big eagle, all I see is paper
Label The Breadwinner, lot of dough forming
When the oven open, I'm a baker
Approach when the oven on me, I'ma bake you
Pole poke a whole hole in your soul
Have you whole nose lookin' like a bagel
Shirt bust open, no security with me
Courtside with it, I'm a big gangster (bling blaow)
Feel the energy, I'm the algorithm, got the internet goin' crazy (bling blaow, crazy)
Real floor-seated at the Lakers game with my jewellery on just blangin'
Get a glimpse of me, and the referee might forget what team even playin'
And a chick see me prolly start cheesin' and forget what she was even sayin'
If kings don't entertain opinions of a peasant, why you even say it?
I am God in the flesh, emperor, I'm respected anywhere I stand (anywhere I stand)
Biggie, gimme one more chance, fainted when they touch my hands
Diamonds on me like to dance, you would think they went and took a class
Red suit, Kevin, Kanye West, Michael Jackson with the swag
White coupe, Kevin 911 turbo S edition actin' bad
I don't get tired, lay you 'cross the lap put belt to a nigga ass (ooh)
Put belt to a nigga ass (ooh)
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Ay, look
They say I'm the realest, I get that a lot
Say what I want, who gon' tell me to stop?
Say you want smoke then I'm ready to die
One of the men standing on ten
Built a lil' different in case you forgot
I'm really him, y'all ain't identical
I'm in here stirring the pot
Stirring the pot, stirring the pot, stirring the pot, stirring the
I'm really him, y'all ain't identical (stirring the pot, stirring the pot)
I'm in here stirring the pot (stirring the pot, stirring the)
Stirring the pot, stirring the pot, stirring the pot, stirring the
One of the men standing on ten (stirring the pot, stirring the pot)
Built a lil' different in case you forgot (stirring the pot, stirring the)
(What up?)
Artist I done helped before they got famous
Won't return the favor once they got famous
Most of y'all fakin', no name stated
Thank you, no thank you, no handshakin'
I'ma keep it all the way entertainment
No direct line, no communication (hello?)
You can have your people reach out to my people
Say you want a feature, tell 'em send the payment (tell 'em to send that)
I am professionally not playing'
No harborin' resentment, totally understand
Y'all was just teachin' me how to play it
All of the women that I ever dated (for real)
Thank you for turning me into a player (for real)
I was a gentleman, and I was genuine, genuinely been manipulated
Be careful, they clever, schemin', imitatin'
Onward and upward, I ain't gon' see you later
I'm a big eagle, all I see is paper
Label The Breadwinner, lot of dough forming
When the oven open, I'm a baker
Approach when the oven on me, I'ma bake you
Pole poke a whole hole in your soul
Have you whole nose lookin' like a bagel
Shirt bust open, no security with me
Courtside with it, I'm a big gangster (bling blaow)
Feel the energy, I'm the algorithm, got the internet goin' crazy (bling blaow, crazy)
Real floor-seated at the Lakers game with my jewellery on just blangin'
Get a glimpse of me, and the referee might forget what team even playin'
And a chick see me prolly start cheesin' and forget what she was even sayin'
If kings don't entertain opinions of a peasant, why you even say it?
I am God in the flesh, emperor, I'm respected anywhere I stand (anywhere I stand)
Biggie, gimme one more chance, fainted when they touch my hands
Diamonds on me like to dance, you would think they went and took a class
Red suit, Kevin, Kanye West, Michael Jackson with the swag
White coupe, Kevin 911 turbo S edition actin' bad
I don't get tired, lay you 'cross the lap put belt to a nigga ass (ooh)
Put belt to a nigga ass (ooh)
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Writer: Kevin Jerome Gilyard
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Factory Reset


Man
I'm destroyed on the inside
(I'm dyin' inside)
Say I'm hard to love, but I love hard
Casualties I lost in war, I suffer without cost
My children needed me, the system won't accept they calls
'Posed to be tourin' out the country, I'm behind the wall
Every man must search his own soul, but God for us all
Ran it back to M's right in front 'em when I lost it all
Ula funeral came out of nowhere, still I hold it down
Jail won't even let me loose, could see 'em put her in the ground
Tellin' Jay it don't even make sense to even come in town
Private jets ain't leave the strip, still pull up, cash the pilot out
My partner say they tryna give him life, but he gon' ride it out
Pick your best twelve, your skin not white, you gotta fight it out
My mother's health decreasin', we been speakin', tryna build a bond
Vision depletin', difficult to see her oldest son
Pray the Lord bless me every season with a holy run
Out here golf swingin', maybe this'll be a hole in one
'Member Gulfstreamin', next week, I'm thinkin' ownin' one
You say you love me, yeah, know I'm not the only one
We hit Atlanta, buyin' candy while I purchase flowers
Mucho and Mazi grave, I pray, we sit and talk for hours
Showin' off all of my diamonds and my latest watches
Reminiscin' 'bout the times when you was right on side me
Keep that other business tucked, I know you know I got it
That other cake been baked, I dressed it with the nicest icing
Soon as I get that business clear, I lay it right on side you
Bulletproof vest, two dead fish, sincerely Luca Brasi
'Rari yellow, bumblebee, AMG coupe I'm ridin'
Clean my image up, they know that I'm still out my body
Got away from everybody, tryna renew my peace
Ninety days and countin' and big brother still ain't speak
Dealin' with a lot, afraid to let 'em see me weak
No surrender, no retreat
But I'm dyin' inside (I'm dyin' inside)
Accepted every win same as I did defeat
On the internet complainin', why you playin' with me?
Not on the social media, not entertainin' beef
Park the whip, hop out on feet, and put that bitch to sleep
Hmm, exercise discretion, movin' real discreet (shh)
These niggas pure pussy, talkin' 'bout they keep it P
Who I love I don't discuss, prefer to keep it G
But I'm dyin' inside (I'm dyin' inside)
Nobody's perfect, I been healin', I been through some things
Learnin' how to fly again, I regrew my wings
Actin' out of self-love, learnin' how to do for me
Two-point-two million, purple diamond pinky ring
Eleven-twenty-eight-carat diamond on the other ring
I'm genuine, I used to pray to God sayin', "Do for me"
Now I'm a new creature, everything ain't how it used to be
I reciprocate the energy that you produce for me
Learn how to take it on the chin and view it as a lesson
Heaven made my heart too big and I think it's defective
Prayin', God, please set it back to the factory settings
I don't want love again (I don't want love again, I don't want love again)
'Cause I'm dyin' inside (I'm dyin' inside)
Please set it back to the factory settings (for real)
I don't want love again (I don't want love again)
(I wanna be better but I got scars, bruh)
'Cause I'm dyin' inside (dyin' inside)
(You know I'm sayin'?)
Don't be mad at me, bro, I'm just healin', bro, you heard me?
I'm just healin', bro
Hmm, I deal with a lot
I'm dyin' inside
Please set it back to the factory settings
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Man
I'm destroyed on the inside
(I'm dyin' inside)
Say I'm hard to love, but I love hard
Casualties I lost in war, I suffer without cost
My children needed me, the system won't accept they calls
'Posed to be tourin' out the country, I'm behind the wall
Every man must search his own soul, but God for us all
Ran it back to M's right in front 'em when I lost it all
Ula funeral came out of nowhere, still I hold it down
Jail won't even let me loose, could see 'em put her in the ground
Tellin' Jay it don't even make sense to even come in town
Private jets ain't leave the strip, still pull up, cash the pilot out
My partner say they tryna give him life, but he gon' ride it out
Pick your best twelve, your skin not white, you gotta fight it out
My mother's health decreasin', we been speakin', tryna build a bond
Vision depletin', difficult to see her oldest son
Pray the Lord bless me every season with a holy run
Out here golf swingin', maybe this'll be a hole in one
'Member Gulfstreamin', next week, I'm thinkin' ownin' one
You say you love me, yeah, know I'm not the only one
We hit Atlanta, buyin' candy while I purchase flowers
Mucho and Mazi grave, I pray, we sit and talk for hours
Showin' off all of my diamonds and my latest watches
Reminiscin' 'bout the times when you was right on side me
Keep that other business tucked, I know you know I got it
That other cake been baked, I dressed it with the nicest icing
Soon as I get that business clear, I lay it right on side you
Bulletproof vest, two dead fish, sincerely Luca Brasi
'Rari yellow, bumblebee, AMG coupe I'm ridin'
Clean my image up, they know that I'm still out my body
Got away from everybody, tryna renew my peace
Ninety days and countin' and big brother still ain't speak
Dealin' with a lot, afraid to let 'em see me weak
No surrender, no retreat
But I'm dyin' inside (I'm dyin' inside)
Accepted every win same as I did defeat
On the internet complainin', why you playin' with me?
Not on the social media, not entertainin' beef
Park the whip, hop out on feet, and put that bitch to sleep
Hmm, exercise discretion, movin' real discreet (shh)
These niggas pure pussy, talkin' 'bout they keep it P
Who I love I don't discuss, prefer to keep it G
But I'm dyin' inside (I'm dyin' inside)
Nobody's perfect, I been healin', I been through some things
Learnin' how to fly again, I regrew my wings
Actin' out of self-love, learnin' how to do for me
Two-point-two million, purple diamond pinky ring
Eleven-twenty-eight-carat diamond on the other ring
I'm genuine, I used to pray to God sayin', "Do for me"
Now I'm a new creature, everything ain't how it used to be
I reciprocate the energy that you produce for me
Learn how to take it on the chin and view it as a lesson
Heaven made my heart too big and I think it's defective
Prayin', God, please set it back to the factory settings
I don't want love again (I don't want love again, I don't want love again)
'Cause I'm dyin' inside (I'm dyin' inside)
Please set it back to the factory settings (for real)
I don't want love again (I don't want love again)
(I wanna be better but I got scars, bruh)
'Cause I'm dyin' inside (dyin' inside)
(You know I'm sayin'?)
Don't be mad at me, bro, I'm just healin', bro, you heard me?
I'm just healin', bro
Hmm, I deal with a lot
I'm dyin' inside
Please set it back to the factory settings
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Writer: Kevin Jerome Gilyard
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Satellites 2


It's only two things I take serious
(I got power, love)
(February come back 'round again)
And that's marriage and murder
(When February come back 'round again)
Pack touched, thank God it landed
Psa automatic (automatic)
Public show of affection
If complicated graspin'
We stay on different floors when
Pickin' a place of travel
Hotel, two separate rooms 'cause
We can't have sex 'til marriage
(We can't have sex 'til marriage)
Wedding in Morocco when February come back 'round again
(Satellites, come 'round again)
(Cut from a different fabric)
Wedding in Morocco when February come back 'round again (satellites)
Bless the sage, lit the sage
Cleanse the energy, set the stage
She beautiful, we tailor-made
Something only God could've created
We fast together and we pray
Working out how we start our day
Say Alhamdulillah, all praise to the Creator
Hold on, let me switch the cadence, everybody sworn favorite
People tend to think I'm Michael Jackson reincarnated
Learnin' how to moonwalk, I admit it took some patience
Love the faces you be makin' when your body start shakin'
Satellites
You'll never find nobody like this
Nobody like, nobody like this
Satellites
You'll never find nobody like this
Nobody like, nobody like this
People be payin' attention when we in attendance
Admit we look good together
Seem like time slow down whenever we vibe out
The universe wait a few seconds
Bae, you a blessing, I'm grateful to be in this tub
In the bed we layin' in naked
Baby, you sexy, whenever the driver outside
He might have to wait a few seconds
You go inside of the closest, you matchin' my fly
And I love when you tryin' on dresses
Zippin' your zipper up take a lil' time
So you might gotta tip a lil' extra
Smilin' while I squeeze on your booty like a Ruger
You don't need no bodyguard, girl, I'm a shooter
We already did some things that you ain't did before
Yeah, I did that
Now work it out (let it all out)
Made you make some sounds, I'm killin' you, gun, dead
Satellites
You'll never find nobody like this
Nobody like, nobody like this
Satellites
You'll never find nobody like this
Nobody like, nobody like this
Satellites
You waited all this time
Nobody like, nobody like this (satellites)
We really made love
Wedding in Morocco when February (yes, you know we really made love)
Come back 'round again (satellites)
We really made love
Wedding in Morocco when February come back 'round again
We gon' get it right, get it right
We gon' get it right
When February come back 'round again
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It's only two things I take serious
(I got power, love)
(February come back 'round again)
And that's marriage and murder
(When February come back 'round again)
Pack touched, thank God it landed
Psa automatic (automatic)
Public show of affection
If complicated graspin'
We stay on different floors when
Pickin' a place of travel
Hotel, two separate rooms 'cause
We can't have sex 'til marriage
(We can't have sex 'til marriage)
Wedding in Morocco when February come back 'round again
(Satellites, come 'round again)
(Cut from a different fabric)
Wedding in Morocco when February come back 'round again (satellites)
Bless the sage, lit the sage
Cleanse the energy, set the stage
She beautiful, we tailor-made
Something only God could've created
We fast together and we pray
Working out how we start our day
Say Alhamdulillah, all praise to the Creator
Hold on, let me switch the cadence, everybody sworn favorite
People tend to think I'm Michael Jackson reincarnated
Learnin' how to moonwalk, I admit it took some patience
Love the faces you be makin' when your body start shakin'
Satellites
You'll never find nobody like this
Nobody like, nobody like this
Satellites
You'll never find nobody like this
Nobody like, nobody like this
People be payin' attention when we in attendance
Admit we look good together
Seem like time slow down whenever we vibe out
The universe wait a few seconds
Bae, you a blessing, I'm grateful to be in this tub
In the bed we layin' in naked
Baby, you sexy, whenever the driver outside
He might have to wait a few seconds
You go inside of the closest, you matchin' my fly
And I love when you tryin' on dresses
Zippin' your zipper up take a lil' time
So you might gotta tip a lil' extra
Smilin' while I squeeze on your booty like a Ruger
You don't need no bodyguard, girl, I'm a shooter
We already did some things that you ain't did before
Yeah, I did that
Now work it out (let it all out)
Made you make some sounds, I'm killin' you, gun, dead
Satellites
You'll never find nobody like this
Nobody like, nobody like this
Satellites
You'll never find nobody like this
Nobody like, nobody like this
Satellites
You waited all this time
Nobody like, nobody like this (satellites)
We really made love
Wedding in Morocco when February (yes, you know we really made love)
Come back 'round again (satellites)
We really made love
Wedding in Morocco when February come back 'round again
We gon' get it right, get it right
We gon' get it right
When February come back 'round again
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Writer: Kevin Jerome Gilyard
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




I Love This Bitch


Have you ever been to London?
I know you been thinkin' 'bout me
You heard me? (Squat made the beat)
I still do the same, I just respect my last name
You know you still for me, still for me
You know you still for me
Been a lil' minute, still my lieutenant
Pretty and she got good pussy, I remember
Hate when I'm distant, love when I bend her
Screamin' out loud when I'm in her
She don't like flowers and roses
She don't want love
She don't wanna deal with emotions
She just want a thug
She wanna be thugged on, I like it
I could tell she the type to get excited
From the back, she gon' arch it right, she hikin'
Get it mama, get it Molly
Put it on me
Gotta eat the bitch off the bone when you do it
I can be your only fan, we could make a movie
Out of mind, we be goin' live in jacuzzi
And dick her down, gotta get a towel 'cause she oozin'
I love this bitch, I love this bitch
I love her, I do
If you knew how this pussy felt, you'd love her
It's true
I love this bitch, I love this bitch
I love her, I do
If you knew how this pussy felt, you'd love her too
Pussy good as hell, I could tell how you standin'
Wishin' I was there, I could tell how you starin'
Beautiful as hell, you could tell, it's apparent
Whenever we together, everybody go to watchin'
Seem somethin' got in the way of our love
Gangster and a general
Can't say I'm ingenuine
Fade or, communicate
I don't play no games
'Member how I used to make you toot your ass up and put your face down
Do it in the mirror, beat your back, grip your waistline
Thighs gettin' thicker, titties real pretty
And you in the fittings looking like you ain't got no waistline
Love gettin' choked, grippin' on your throat
Stroke her real slow while you bendin' over
Mmm, like the way you moan when you tell me it's mine
And that ain't no lie
She wanna be thugged on, I like it
I could tell she the type to get excited
From the back, she gon' arch it right, she hikin'
Get it mama, get it Molly (whip it up)
Put it on me
Gotta eat the bitch off the bone when you do it
I can be your only fan, we could make a movie
Out of mind, we be goin' live in jacuzzi
And dick her down, gotta get a towel 'cause she oozin'
I love this bitch, I love this bitch
I love her, I do
If you knew how this pussy felt, you'd love her
It's true
I love this bitch, I love this bitch
I love her, I do
If you knew how this pussy felt, you'd love her too
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Have you ever been to London?
I know you been thinkin' 'bout me
You heard me? (Squat made the beat)
I still do the same, I just respect my last name
You know you still for me, still for me
You know you still for me
Been a lil' minute, still my lieutenant
Pretty and she got good pussy, I remember
Hate when I'm distant, love when I bend her
Screamin' out loud when I'm in her
She don't like flowers and roses
She don't want love
She don't wanna deal with emotions
She just want a thug
She wanna be thugged on, I like it
I could tell she the type to get excited
From the back, she gon' arch it right, she hikin'
Get it mama, get it Molly
Put it on me
Gotta eat the bitch off the bone when you do it
I can be your only fan, we could make a movie
Out of mind, we be goin' live in jacuzzi
And dick her down, gotta get a towel 'cause she oozin'
I love this bitch, I love this bitch
I love her, I do
If you knew how this pussy felt, you'd love her
It's true
I love this bitch, I love this bitch
I love her, I do
If you knew how this pussy felt, you'd love her too
Pussy good as hell, I could tell how you standin'
Wishin' I was there, I could tell how you starin'
Beautiful as hell, you could tell, it's apparent
Whenever we together, everybody go to watchin'
Seem somethin' got in the way of our love
Gangster and a general
Can't say I'm ingenuine
Fade or, communicate
I don't play no games
'Member how I used to make you toot your ass up and put your face down
Do it in the mirror, beat your back, grip your waistline
Thighs gettin' thicker, titties real pretty
And you in the fittings looking like you ain't got no waistline
Love gettin' choked, grippin' on your throat
Stroke her real slow while you bendin' over
Mmm, like the way you moan when you tell me it's mine
And that ain't no lie
She wanna be thugged on, I like it
I could tell she the type to get excited
From the back, she gon' arch it right, she hikin'
Get it mama, get it Molly (whip it up)
Put it on me
Gotta eat the bitch off the bone when you do it
I can be your only fan, we could make a movie
Out of mind, we be goin' live in jacuzzi
And dick her down, gotta get a towel 'cause she oozin'
I love this bitch, I love this bitch
I love her, I do
If you knew how this pussy felt, you'd love her
It's true
I love this bitch, I love this bitch
I love her, I do
If you knew how this pussy felt, you'd love her too
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Writer: Kevin Jerome Gilyard
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




BBO (Simon Says)


[ Featuring YKNIECE ]

With all due respect
What I'm 'bout to say is very disrespectful
If I was you, I'd close your ears
Or you gotta do what Simon says
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend)
Bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
Gotta do what Simon says, bitch, bend (bitch, bend over)
All I know is, bitch, bend, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
You are in the presence of a real dick thrower (a real dick thrower)
Yeah, you like my voice? (Yeah)
It turn you on? (It turn you on?)
That dick real big, wait 'til you see when it get long (see when it get long)
You like my voice? (You like my voice?)
It turn you on? (It turn you on?)
That dick real big, wait 'til you see when it get long (see when it get long)
Would tell her take her drawers off, but she ain't got none on (she ain't got none on)
Her pussy get wet when inhalin' my cologne
Hold up, toot your ass, lock your knees, stand flat-footed (stand flat-footed)
Let me push back, push back, push back on it (push back on it)
Lean forward
Not that nigga that you with, I'm legit, I'm retarded
From behind, you get grip, give you dick, I ain't callin'
Open your mouth, spit, push your head back on it
Push your head back on it, push your head back on it (push your head)
Make that dick go in your throat and push your head back on it
Make me mad, smack that ass, tell you, "Shut up," ain't no talkin'
Start slow, f*ck you hard, when I finish, you ain't walkin'
I'ma piss all in your face, big dog, ain't no barkin'
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend)
Bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
Gotta do what Simon says, bitch, bend (bitch, bend over)
All I know is, bitch, bend, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
You are in the presence of a real dick thrower (a real dick thrower)
Yeah, you like my voice? (Yeah)
It turn you on? (It turn you on?)
That dick real big, wait 'til you see when it get long (see when it get long)
You like my voice? (You like my voice, daddy?)
It turn you on? (It turn you on?)
That dick real big, wait 'til you see when it get long (ooh)
Bitch, bend over, shake that wham, touch your toes (wham, wham, wham)
He ain't never met a bitch like me, I know (I know)
Pussy real water, make a nigga wanna drive this boat (drive this boat, nigga)
I don't know why you tryna be my man, nigga, no (no)
Huh, big YK, I be doggin' these niggas (I'm talkin' 'bout dog)
He had to go, he way too tender (tender)
He tryna get some, he gon' drown in it (drown)
I'm talkin' 'bout drown in it (huh)
If he look, he took
Make him spend a bag on me and my suh (I'm talkin' 'bout racks)
He steppin' real good
Sit on his face and give it right to him (to him)
You like my voice? (You like my voice?)
It turn you on? (It turn you on, daddy?)
This pussy tight, this shit got grip, you better hold on (you better hold on)
You like this, uh? (You like thi,s uh?)
It turn you on? (It turn you on?)
This pussy got power, I take a nigga soul and leave his ass gone
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (ah)
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend)
Bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
Gotta do what Simon says, bitch, bend (bitch, bend over)
All I know is, bitch, bend, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
You are in the presence of a real dick thrower (a real dick thrower)
Yeah, you like my voice? (Yeah)
It turn you on? (It turn you on?)
That dick real big, wait 'til you see when it get long (see when it get long)
You like my voice? (You like my voice?)
It turn you on? (It turn you on?)
That dick real big, wait 'til you see when it get long
Bitch, bend, bitch, bend over
Gotta do what Simon says, bitch, bend
All I know is, bitch, bend, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over
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With all due respect
What I'm 'bout to say is very disrespectful
If I was you, I'd close your ears
Or you gotta do what Simon says
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend)
Bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
Gotta do what Simon says, bitch, bend (bitch, bend over)
All I know is, bitch, bend, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
You are in the presence of a real dick thrower (a real dick thrower)
Yeah, you like my voice? (Yeah)
It turn you on? (It turn you on?)
That dick real big, wait 'til you see when it get long (see when it get long)
You like my voice? (You like my voice?)
It turn you on? (It turn you on?)
That dick real big, wait 'til you see when it get long (see when it get long)
Would tell her take her drawers off, but she ain't got none on (she ain't got none on)
Her pussy get wet when inhalin' my cologne
Hold up, toot your ass, lock your knees, stand flat-footed (stand flat-footed)
Let me push back, push back, push back on it (push back on it)
Lean forward
Not that nigga that you with, I'm legit, I'm retarded
From behind, you get grip, give you dick, I ain't callin'
Open your mouth, spit, push your head back on it
Push your head back on it, push your head back on it (push your head)
Make that dick go in your throat and push your head back on it
Make me mad, smack that ass, tell you, "Shut up," ain't no talkin'
Start slow, f*ck you hard, when I finish, you ain't walkin'
I'ma piss all in your face, big dog, ain't no barkin'
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend)
Bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
Gotta do what Simon says, bitch, bend (bitch, bend over)
All I know is, bitch, bend, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
You are in the presence of a real dick thrower (a real dick thrower)
Yeah, you like my voice? (Yeah)
It turn you on? (It turn you on?)
That dick real big, wait 'til you see when it get long (see when it get long)
You like my voice? (You like my voice, daddy?)
It turn you on? (It turn you on?)
That dick real big, wait 'til you see when it get long (ooh)
Bitch, bend over, shake that wham, touch your toes (wham, wham, wham)
He ain't never met a bitch like me, I know (I know)
Pussy real water, make a nigga wanna drive this boat (drive this boat, nigga)
I don't know why you tryna be my man, nigga, no (no)
Huh, big YK, I be doggin' these niggas (I'm talkin' 'bout dog)
He had to go, he way too tender (tender)
He tryna get some, he gon' drown in it (drown)
I'm talkin' 'bout drown in it (huh)
If he look, he took
Make him spend a bag on me and my suh (I'm talkin' 'bout racks)
He steppin' real good
Sit on his face and give it right to him (to him)
You like my voice? (You like my voice?)
It turn you on? (It turn you on, daddy?)
This pussy tight, this shit got grip, you better hold on (you better hold on)
You like this, uh? (You like thi,s uh?)
It turn you on? (It turn you on?)
This pussy got power, I take a nigga soul and leave his ass gone
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (ah)
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend)
Bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
Gotta do what Simon says, bitch, bend (bitch, bend over)
All I know is, bitch, bend, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over (bitch, bend over)
You are in the presence of a real dick thrower (a real dick thrower)
Yeah, you like my voice? (Yeah)
It turn you on? (It turn you on?)
That dick real big, wait 'til you see when it get long (see when it get long)
You like my voice? (You like my voice?)
It turn you on? (It turn you on?)
That dick real big, wait 'til you see when it get long
Bitch, bend, bitch, bend over
Gotta do what Simon says, bitch, bend
All I know is, bitch, bend, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over
Simon says, bitch, bend, bitch, bend over
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Writer: Kevin Jerome Gilyard, Shanice Cameron
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Living Out Loud


Boom-boom-boom-boom, boom-boom
Say you love me, yeah (I can't be the one you love)
Say you love me, yeah (that hat cocked to the side)
Say you love me, yeah
Say you love me, yeah
Say you love me, yeah (my hat cocked to the side, my hat cocked to the side)
Say you love me, yeah (AR, you bodied this one)
Say you love me
Say you love me
Early morning, you say you love me, yeah (Patrick Carmelo)
Say you love me, yeah
I know that I'm not perfect, that's not how I'm designed
If only God could show some mercy, I'm goin' out my mind
You told that I was worthless and just wastin' time
If you knew you was gon' hurt me
Why waste our time?
(Don't judge by my design, love)
Ignorin' all of my cries
(Ignorin' all of my cries)
Heaven heal my scars and make me heartless
(Heaven heal my scars and make me heartless)
I'd be better off just fine
Code of the Samurai, business, I handle mine, Dior bandana
My lecture got clipped on the camera, my signal got canceled
I'm still seein' soot on the ceiling from kerosene lanterns
We trap under candlelight
Power fill up the generators, watch how I generate
Bricks of the flour, got white on the dinner plate
Inside of Hondas, put product on interstates
Shout out to those who live by the code
Thermals up under they clothing, the courtroom is colder
And no one show up to they sentence date
Only they family who sit and pray, meant to say sit and wait
Nervously vote and debate on an uncertain verdict, the jury deliberate
Somebody you can't intimidate
Bread Winner, been through it all, meaning that I wasn't built to break
Never find another person with a heart quite like mine
Love left me deserted
Love left me deserted
Can't nobody hurt my pride
It don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Great ideas and failed attempts
Mistakes I made, I wear 'em within
And I don't even call all the shots I miss
I'm focused, I been workin', I know I deserve it
I grew into my purpose, I'm livin' life out loud
I'm livin' life out loud
I grew into my purpose, I'm livin' life out loud
(I'm livin' life out loud, I'm livin' life out loud)
I'm livin' life out loud
And I know I deserve it
I grew into my purpose, I'm livin' life out loud
(I'm livin' life out loud, I'm livin' life out loud)
I'm livin' life out loud
I'm livin' life out loud
I'm livin' life out loud
I'm livin' life out loud
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Boom-boom-boom-boom, boom-boom
Say you love me, yeah (I can't be the one you love)
Say you love me, yeah (that hat cocked to the side)
Say you love me, yeah
Say you love me, yeah
Say you love me, yeah (my hat cocked to the side, my hat cocked to the side)
Say you love me, yeah (AR, you bodied this one)
Say you love me
Say you love me
Early morning, you say you love me, yeah (Patrick Carmelo)
Say you love me, yeah
I know that I'm not perfect, that's not how I'm designed
If only God could show some mercy, I'm goin' out my mind
You told that I was worthless and just wastin' time
If you knew you was gon' hurt me
Why waste our time?
(Don't judge by my design, love)
Ignorin' all of my cries
(Ignorin' all of my cries)
Heaven heal my scars and make me heartless
(Heaven heal my scars and make me heartless)
I'd be better off just fine
Code of the Samurai, business, I handle mine, Dior bandana
My lecture got clipped on the camera, my signal got canceled
I'm still seein' soot on the ceiling from kerosene lanterns
We trap under candlelight
Power fill up the generators, watch how I generate
Bricks of the flour, got white on the dinner plate
Inside of Hondas, put product on interstates
Shout out to those who live by the code
Thermals up under they clothing, the courtroom is colder
And no one show up to they sentence date
Only they family who sit and pray, meant to say sit and wait
Nervously vote and debate on an uncertain verdict, the jury deliberate
Somebody you can't intimidate
Bread Winner, been through it all, meaning that I wasn't built to break
Never find another person with a heart quite like mine
Love left me deserted
Love left me deserted
Can't nobody hurt my pride
It don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Great ideas and failed attempts
Mistakes I made, I wear 'em within
And I don't even call all the shots I miss
I'm focused, I been workin', I know I deserve it
I grew into my purpose, I'm livin' life out loud
I'm livin' life out loud
I grew into my purpose, I'm livin' life out loud
(I'm livin' life out loud, I'm livin' life out loud)
I'm livin' life out loud
And I know I deserve it
I grew into my purpose, I'm livin' life out loud
(I'm livin' life out loud, I'm livin' life out loud)
I'm livin' life out loud
I'm livin' life out loud
I'm livin' life out loud
I'm livin' life out loud
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Writer: Kevin Jerome Gilyard
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Hiding Emotions


(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Look like DJ Chose)
I'm a real one, I call, you be heavy on my mental
Started on my mind but if you play, I'm gon' forget you
Too many took that shit for weakness, tryin' to put me in their system
Anyone who ever tried got a, "F*ck you, I don't miss you"
How you love me but you'd rather play with my emotions?
I'm really Casper in the flesh, sooner or later, oh, I'm ghostin
Not with no forcing, kept it moving and now they can't approach me
Whoever knew I'd be this good at hiding my emotions
How you love me but you'd rather play with my emotions?
See, you ain't from here, you don't love me like you know you're supposed to
Not with no forcing, kept it moving and now they can't approach me
Whoever knew I'd be this good at hiding my emotions
We done exited to December, calendar almost over
Trimming back the fat, proceed without baggage while bagging groceries
Working on self-improvement congruent to having motion
Women choosing but I really want you, if you haven't noticed
Deleted all my Instagram posts, I'm starting over
While dealing with a death in the family but staying focused
This last dinner date you treated me bogus, bae, that was bogus
Man, that's cold, I'm a soldier, ain't nothing I can't get over
I'm a gangster and a gentleman, broken but I ain't show it
You ain't touch no door handles, I open doors and I hold 'em
Can't have sex until we married, diamond ring eleven twenty-eight carats
Kinda sad, I gotta tear, there won't be no proposal
How you love me but you'd rather play with my emotions?
I'm really Casper in the flesh, sooner or later, oh, I'm ghostin
Not with no forcing, kept it moving and now they can't approach me
Whoever knew I'd be this good at hiding my emotions
How you love me but you'd rather play with my emotions?
See, you ain't from here, you don't love me like you know you're supposed to
Not with no forcing, kept it moving and now they can't approach me
Whoever knew I'd be this good at hiding my emotions
Renewed ambition, grew into my vision (gettin' grown)
Spiritually fulfilled, pockets heavy (you ain't help me grow)
My biggest flex is my authentic self (you know you know)
You gon' pay for that, ain't gotta pay you back whenever I get stronger
Gifted, look inside a person's soul, know if they real or phony
A lot of diamonds dance on me, forget who did me wrong
Radio the transponder, meditating out the country, signal jammer, unresponsive
One of God's chosen, don't be disappointed
Protected from the thing we all been taught we really wanted
It really wasn't for me
They genuine, I'm only speaking, it's because I love you
You never let 'em down, player, like you not someone important
Let my music dance, would you come and dance it for me?
Ain't no military secret I'm thuggin' and I want you
Man, I swear to God, bae, I been wanting you
Ain't no military secret I'm thuggin' and I want you
How you love me but you'd rather play with my emotions?
I'm really Casper in the flesh, sooner or later, oh, I'm ghostin
Not with no forcing, kept it moving and now they can't approach me
Whoever knew I'd be this good at hiding my emotions
How you love me but you'd rather play with my emotions?
See, you ain't from here, you don't love me like you know you're supposed to
Not with no forcing, kept it moving and now they can't approach me
Whoever knew I'd be this good at hiding my emotions (my emotions)
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(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Look like DJ Chose)
I'm a real one, I call, you be heavy on my mental
Started on my mind but if you play, I'm gon' forget you
Too many took that shit for weakness, tryin' to put me in their system
Anyone who ever tried got a, "F*ck you, I don't miss you"
How you love me but you'd rather play with my emotions?
I'm really Casper in the flesh, sooner or later, oh, I'm ghostin
Not with no forcing, kept it moving and now they can't approach me
Whoever knew I'd be this good at hiding my emotions
How you love me but you'd rather play with my emotions?
See, you ain't from here, you don't love me like you know you're supposed to
Not with no forcing, kept it moving and now they can't approach me
Whoever knew I'd be this good at hiding my emotions
We done exited to December, calendar almost over
Trimming back the fat, proceed without baggage while bagging groceries
Working on self-improvement congruent to having motion
Women choosing but I really want you, if you haven't noticed
Deleted all my Instagram posts, I'm starting over
While dealing with a death in the family but staying focused
This last dinner date you treated me bogus, bae, that was bogus
Man, that's cold, I'm a soldier, ain't nothing I can't get over
I'm a gangster and a gentleman, broken but I ain't show it
You ain't touch no door handles, I open doors and I hold 'em
Can't have sex until we married, diamond ring eleven twenty-eight carats
Kinda sad, I gotta tear, there won't be no proposal
How you love me but you'd rather play with my emotions?
I'm really Casper in the flesh, sooner or later, oh, I'm ghostin
Not with no forcing, kept it moving and now they can't approach me
Whoever knew I'd be this good at hiding my emotions
How you love me but you'd rather play with my emotions?
See, you ain't from here, you don't love me like you know you're supposed to
Not with no forcing, kept it moving and now they can't approach me
Whoever knew I'd be this good at hiding my emotions
Renewed ambition, grew into my vision (gettin' grown)
Spiritually fulfilled, pockets heavy (you ain't help me grow)
My biggest flex is my authentic self (you know you know)
You gon' pay for that, ain't gotta pay you back whenever I get stronger
Gifted, look inside a person's soul, know if they real or phony
A lot of diamonds dance on me, forget who did me wrong
Radio the transponder, meditating out the country, signal jammer, unresponsive
One of God's chosen, don't be disappointed
Protected from the thing we all been taught we really wanted
It really wasn't for me
They genuine, I'm only speaking, it's because I love you
You never let 'em down, player, like you not someone important
Let my music dance, would you come and dance it for me?
Ain't no military secret I'm thuggin' and I want you
Man, I swear to God, bae, I been wanting you
Ain't no military secret I'm thuggin' and I want you
How you love me but you'd rather play with my emotions?
I'm really Casper in the flesh, sooner or later, oh, I'm ghostin
Not with no forcing, kept it moving and now they can't approach me
Whoever knew I'd be this good at hiding my emotions
How you love me but you'd rather play with my emotions?
See, you ain't from here, you don't love me like you know you're supposed to
Not with no forcing, kept it moving and now they can't approach me
Whoever knew I'd be this good at hiding my emotions (my emotions)
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Writer: DJ Chose, Kevin Gates, Saige Michael Revell
Copyright: Lyrics © SENTRIC MUSIC




I Am


[ Featuring YoungBoy Never Broke Again ]

(BJ On One)
(G06 Goin' Crazy)
I am a gangster with several feelings
Girl, you know my name
Girl, I look like a villain
Do you see this pain, girl? On top me it's written
I'm wrapped up with caution sign, I'd advise you, stay distant (D-Roc)
Ohh
Take it out her back and I put in her throat
Platt, platt, platt, move slow
Ohh, whoa
Tryna run down go and tell 'em, "Oh, no"
Strapped up all that coke
Flexin' and gamblin' on top of the lawn
Got that girl in here on girl
Feel like I'm standin' on top of the world
Got everybody in here on drugs
Young nigga goth, livin' in mud
I ain't even know who that bitch was
I ain't spendin' shit on none of these girls
That's my dawg, Collin, he f*cked up
(Big motion, big bills, I ain't gon' lie)
Turn the lights down in the booth
I'm high off light right now
Breadwinner appearel, Givenchy flannel
Dior bandanna develop in balance (balance)
Easy, I'm craftin', perfectin' my talent
Nothin' else matters, can't look backwards
Been betrayed in the game, I've been shattered
Still, I forgave 'em, but can't look past it
Still haven't healed from my grandmother's passin'
Show must go on, turn my pain into passion
Can't make the funeral, plannin' for tour, goin'
Dealin' with death in the family
No time for tears
Turnin' my pain into passion (pain into passion)
Sun go to shinin', my ancestors happy
Roof open in traffic, they lookin' down at me
Talk to me, tellin' me, "Kevin, stay happy"
Workin', I don't know how to make myself happy
New Michael Jackson, ain't nobody badder
Put soap in the jacket, my diamonds is dancin'
Not hard of hearin' but when I'm appearin'
Your vision impaired from the glare when you starin'
Earrings a factor, it look like a fraction
Bling, bling, blaow, blaow (bling, blaow)
Moonwalkin' backwards (bling, blaow)
Bing, bing, brrah, blew out your candles
King Kong'd you down, put your face on some fabric (brrt)
Straight out them trenches, you know I'm built different
Them build ain't official, I'll show 'em the swagger
Clear lens, gold frame, chrome all glasses
5.2 mill' Goyard baggage, yeah
I am a gangster with several feelings
Girl, you know my name
Girl, I look like a villain
Do you see this pain, girl? On top me it's written
I'm wrapped up with caution sign, I'd advise you, stay distant
Ohh
Take it out her back and I put in her throat
Platt, platt, platt, move slow
Ohh, whoa
Tryna run down go and tell 'em, "Oh, no"
Strapped up all that coke
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(BJ On One)
(G06 Goin' Crazy)
I am a gangster with several feelings
Girl, you know my name
Girl, I look like a villain
Do you see this pain, girl? On top me it's written
I'm wrapped up with caution sign, I'd advise you, stay distant (D-Roc)
Ohh
Take it out her back and I put in her throat
Platt, platt, platt, move slow
Ohh, whoa
Tryna run down go and tell 'em, "Oh, no"
Strapped up all that coke
Flexin' and gamblin' on top of the lawn
Got that girl in here on girl
Feel like I'm standin' on top of the world
Got everybody in here on drugs
Young nigga goth, livin' in mud
I ain't even know who that bitch was
I ain't spendin' shit on none of these girls
That's my dawg, Collin, he f*cked up
(Big motion, big bills, I ain't gon' lie)
Turn the lights down in the booth
I'm high off light right now
Breadwinner appearel, Givenchy flannel
Dior bandanna develop in balance (balance)
Easy, I'm craftin', perfectin' my talent
Nothin' else matters, can't look backwards
Been betrayed in the game, I've been shattered
Still, I forgave 'em, but can't look past it
Still haven't healed from my grandmother's passin'
Show must go on, turn my pain into passion
Can't make the funeral, plannin' for tour, goin'
Dealin' with death in the family
No time for tears
Turnin' my pain into passion (pain into passion)
Sun go to shinin', my ancestors happy
Roof open in traffic, they lookin' down at me
Talk to me, tellin' me, "Kevin, stay happy"
Workin', I don't know how to make myself happy
New Michael Jackson, ain't nobody badder
Put soap in the jacket, my diamonds is dancin'
Not hard of hearin' but when I'm appearin'
Your vision impaired from the glare when you starin'
Earrings a factor, it look like a fraction
Bling, bling, blaow, blaow (bling, blaow)
Moonwalkin' backwards (bling, blaow)
Bing, bing, brrah, blew out your candles
King Kong'd you down, put your face on some fabric (brrt)
Straight out them trenches, you know I'm built different
Them build ain't official, I'll show 'em the swagger
Clear lens, gold frame, chrome all glasses
5.2 mill' Goyard baggage, yeah
I am a gangster with several feelings
Girl, you know my name
Girl, I look like a villain
Do you see this pain, girl? On top me it's written
I'm wrapped up with caution sign, I'd advise you, stay distant
Ohh
Take it out her back and I put in her throat
Platt, platt, platt, move slow
Ohh, whoa
Tryna run down go and tell 'em, "Oh, no"
Strapped up all that coke
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Writer: Kevin Jerome Gilyard, Kentrell DeSean Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Look Like


Who the f*ck is that? (Yeah, hold up)
Man, who the f*ck is that? (Yeah, yeah)
Shawty got a fanbase (yeah)
She look like she cut up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who the f*ck is that? Wait, shawty got a fanbase
Walk and all her booty go to talkin', b-b-bap, wait
Carry-on luggage on her, I'ma call her airplane
Passin', holdin' traffic up, I wonder how she stand straight
Damn, baby, look at her, yeah, she look like she could f*ck
Yeah, she look like she could f*ck, yeah, she look like she could f*ck
Tail waggin' from the back, I can see it from the front
Yeah, she look like she could f*ck, yeah, she look like she could f*ck
Likkle and she cute and want fi man out the slum
Likkle and she cute and want fi man out the slum
Real bad man, hit her from the back
Real bad man, hit her from the back
She go hard, she legit (she go hard)
She on go, she don't quit (she legit)
Grip her hair, hold her head
Push it down on the dick (push it down on the dick)
Eyes water, drippin' tears, ooh, she make it disappear (ooh)
I'm in love, she a slut, and her throat got a switch (rrt)
Beat her hard from the back, take her shoppin', pay her bills (yeah, yeah)
Grip her hips while she arch, eat her ass, favorite meal (for real)
Pussy, mm, get a kiss, please piss all on my lips
We listen and we don't judge, safest place is with me
Who the f*ck is that? Wait, shawty got a fanbase
Walk and all her booty go to talkin', b-b-bap, wait
Carry-on luggage on her, I'ma call her airplane
Passin', holdin' traffic up, I wonder how she stand straight
Damn, baby, look at her, yeah, she look like she could f*ck
Yeah, she look like she could f*ck, yeah, she look like she could f*ck
Tail waggin' from the back, I can see it from the front
Yeah, she look like she could f*ck, yeah, she look like she could f*ck
Whip appeal, roof aborted like the coupe just took a pill
Grip the wheel (vroom), shiftin' gears, watch how quick it peel (skrrt)
Honey pack, I been throwin' back, that bitch kickin' in (for real)
Clothes on, when the doors close, watch how quick she peel (yes, Lord)
Stand up in it from the rear, grippin' on her ribs (I'm is)
In the mirror makin' ugly faces, that dick feel like steel (steel)
Spit in her mouth, choke her throat, nibblin' on her ear
Pull up, pull her hair, smack her ass, who your daddy is? (Yes, Lord)
Likkle and she cute and want fi man out the slum
Likkle and she cute and want fi man out the slum
Real bad man, hit her from the back
Real bad man, hit her from the back
Hit her from the, hit her from the, hit her from the back
Watch I hit her from the, hit her from the, hit her from the back
Watch I hit her from the, hit her from the, hit her from the back
Hit her from the back, hit her from the back
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Who the f*ck is that? (Yeah, hold up)
Man, who the f*ck is that? (Yeah, yeah)
Shawty got a fanbase (yeah)
She look like she cut up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who the f*ck is that? Wait, shawty got a fanbase
Walk and all her booty go to talkin', b-b-bap, wait
Carry-on luggage on her, I'ma call her airplane
Passin', holdin' traffic up, I wonder how she stand straight
Damn, baby, look at her, yeah, she look like she could f*ck
Yeah, she look like she could f*ck, yeah, she look like she could f*ck
Tail waggin' from the back, I can see it from the front
Yeah, she look like she could f*ck, yeah, she look like she could f*ck
Likkle and she cute and want fi man out the slum
Likkle and she cute and want fi man out the slum
Real bad man, hit her from the back
Real bad man, hit her from the back
She go hard, she legit (she go hard)
She on go, she don't quit (she legit)
Grip her hair, hold her head
Push it down on the dick (push it down on the dick)
Eyes water, drippin' tears, ooh, she make it disappear (ooh)
I'm in love, she a slut, and her throat got a switch (rrt)
Beat her hard from the back, take her shoppin', pay her bills (yeah, yeah)
Grip her hips while she arch, eat her ass, favorite meal (for real)
Pussy, mm, get a kiss, please piss all on my lips
We listen and we don't judge, safest place is with me
Who the f*ck is that? Wait, shawty got a fanbase
Walk and all her booty go to talkin', b-b-bap, wait
Carry-on luggage on her, I'ma call her airplane
Passin', holdin' traffic up, I wonder how she stand straight
Damn, baby, look at her, yeah, she look like she could f*ck
Yeah, she look like she could f*ck, yeah, she look like she could f*ck
Tail waggin' from the back, I can see it from the front
Yeah, she look like she could f*ck, yeah, she look like she could f*ck
Whip appeal, roof aborted like the coupe just took a pill
Grip the wheel (vroom), shiftin' gears, watch how quick it peel (skrrt)
Honey pack, I been throwin' back, that bitch kickin' in (for real)
Clothes on, when the doors close, watch how quick she peel (yes, Lord)
Stand up in it from the rear, grippin' on her ribs (I'm is)
In the mirror makin' ugly faces, that dick feel like steel (steel)
Spit in her mouth, choke her throat, nibblin' on her ear
Pull up, pull her hair, smack her ass, who your daddy is? (Yes, Lord)
Likkle and she cute and want fi man out the slum
Likkle and she cute and want fi man out the slum
Real bad man, hit her from the back
Real bad man, hit her from the back
Hit her from the, hit her from the, hit her from the back
Watch I hit her from the, hit her from the, hit her from the back
Watch I hit her from the, hit her from the, hit her from the back
Hit her from the back, hit her from the back
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Writer: Kevin Jerome Gilyard
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Bread Straight


(Kevin, how do I get my bread straight?)
You run up on me with the handgun, I might could stain one
I might could stain one, I might could stain one (Kevin, how do I get my bread straight?)
And I just took one in the sleeve (yeah)
Bread straight, who would've thought? (Yeah)
I'll never forget the day that we started (never again, yeah)
Made it out, it was hard (yeah)
But we here now, nigga, here we are
Uh, Audemars cost a car, don't you scoff
That's a bar, that's a star, wedding cake, out the jar
Never had tailored rides, elevate on them boys
They ain't making no noise, flippin' major dope for it
I ain't having no love for a nigga or a bitch
They ain't never showed love, so that's just what it is
Boss man, handle biz, shoot the parent, leave the kid
They ain't doin' what we did, they gon' hate, that's on them
Money big, nah, for real, twenty dollars, that's a deal
Walk around with your deal, Tech came with a seal
Tec, aim, grip the steel, fifty cash, came concealed
Big F on the wheel, big house on the hill
Shinin' on 'em, chandelier, bread straight in the hills
Same thing in the trenches, whole clique play with M's
Kind heart, full of scars, I've been learning how to heal
Finally making sense to me, I'm a different kind of real
Bread straight, who would've thought? (Yeah, yeah)
I'll never forget the day that we started (yeah)
Made it out, it was hard (yeah)
But we here now, nigga, here we are (yeah)
Bread straight, thankin' God (yeah)
I'll never forget the day that we started (yeah)
Made it out, it was hard (yeah)
But we here now, nigga, here we are (yeah)
We the ones they look up to
I don't tell my business to too many, I don't trust you
Rap the line to hit these niggas face, it like some lunch food
Red bottom shoes, Christian Loubs, kicking kung fu, shit on you
Bad bitch on the passenger side every time I come through
Like pull up on my youngin' they tryna run it up too
I'm living different, can't go back to the drink, it f*ck with my kidneys
Watch them turn they back on me, now they tryna come back in
But once you walk out, you can't never come back in
Runts, smokin' on a pound in a cocaine white Benz
Rollin' 'round with mills, I'm a plug, pack us in
Eighteen-wheeler just backed in
Bread straight, who would've thought? (Yeah, yeah)
I'll never forget the day that we started (yeah)
Made it out, it was hard (yeah)
But we here now, nigga, here we are (yeah)
Bread straight, thankin' God (yeah)
I'll never forget the day that we started (yeah)
Made it out, it was hard (yeah)
But we here now, nigga, here we are (yeah)
Yeah (but we here now, here we are)
Yeah
Yeah (but we here now, here we are)
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(Kevin, how do I get my bread straight?)
You run up on me with the handgun, I might could stain one
I might could stain one, I might could stain one (Kevin, how do I get my bread straight?)
And I just took one in the sleeve (yeah)
Bread straight, who would've thought? (Yeah)
I'll never forget the day that we started (never again, yeah)
Made it out, it was hard (yeah)
But we here now, nigga, here we are
Uh, Audemars cost a car, don't you scoff
That's a bar, that's a star, wedding cake, out the jar
Never had tailored rides, elevate on them boys
They ain't making no noise, flippin' major dope for it
I ain't having no love for a nigga or a bitch
They ain't never showed love, so that's just what it is
Boss man, handle biz, shoot the parent, leave the kid
They ain't doin' what we did, they gon' hate, that's on them
Money big, nah, for real, twenty dollars, that's a deal
Walk around with your deal, Tech came with a seal
Tec, aim, grip the steel, fifty cash, came concealed
Big F on the wheel, big house on the hill
Shinin' on 'em, chandelier, bread straight in the hills
Same thing in the trenches, whole clique play with M's
Kind heart, full of scars, I've been learning how to heal
Finally making sense to me, I'm a different kind of real
Bread straight, who would've thought? (Yeah, yeah)
I'll never forget the day that we started (yeah)
Made it out, it was hard (yeah)
But we here now, nigga, here we are (yeah)
Bread straight, thankin' God (yeah)
I'll never forget the day that we started (yeah)
Made it out, it was hard (yeah)
But we here now, nigga, here we are (yeah)
We the ones they look up to
I don't tell my business to too many, I don't trust you
Rap the line to hit these niggas face, it like some lunch food
Red bottom shoes, Christian Loubs, kicking kung fu, shit on you
Bad bitch on the passenger side every time I come through
Like pull up on my youngin' they tryna run it up too
I'm living different, can't go back to the drink, it f*ck with my kidneys
Watch them turn they back on me, now they tryna come back in
But once you walk out, you can't never come back in
Runts, smokin' on a pound in a cocaine white Benz
Rollin' 'round with mills, I'm a plug, pack us in
Eighteen-wheeler just backed in
Bread straight, who would've thought? (Yeah, yeah)
I'll never forget the day that we started (yeah)
Made it out, it was hard (yeah)
But we here now, nigga, here we are (yeah)
Bread straight, thankin' God (yeah)
I'll never forget the day that we started (yeah)
Made it out, it was hard (yeah)
But we here now, nigga, here we are (yeah)
Yeah (but we here now, here we are)
Yeah
Yeah (but we here now, here we are)
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Writer: Kevin Jerome Gilyard
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Hard Work


Ain't no shortcuts (ain't no shortcuts, work)
Only hard work (only hard work, work)
Ain't no shortcuts (ain't no shortcuts, work)
It's supposed to hurt (it's supposed to hurt, let's work)
I don't wait in line (I don't wait in line, work)
I show up first (I show up first, work)
I show up ready (I show up ready, work)
Ready for the work (ready for the work, let's work)
Out here puttin' in work, I'm on my grind, ain't takin' no breaks
Out here gettin' it done, I do what it take, I do what it take
Check my bank account (my bank account, let's work)
Look like phone numbers (look like phone numbers, let's work)
I'ma run it up (I'ma run it up, work)
Like they stole from me (let's work)
I done went broke, got right back focused (run it up)
Really, though, Emilio the best thing smokin' (goin' dumb)
Cocaine drop with the top flipped open (mm)
Bottom of the map, but the trap not closin' (yeah)
Pullin' up to buy, put your feelings to the side (huh?)
Might catch me in the spot with your thot bent over (baow, baow)
Diamonds in my mouth, catch a whiff of my aroma (bling)
Invisa-wear, hand-set, emerald cut, frozen
With Barbie on the road, and she's lovin' my persona
Players only live once, I'ma get chosen (yeah)
Dad cap, collared shirt, I'ma get chauffeured (yes, Lord)
Coffee shop boomin', havin' real big motion (yeah)
Sell 'em by the square, but I move 'em by the pallet
Even got my own brand if you thinkin' I'm jokin' (yoom)
I ain't come to play, baby, you just in the way, baby
I'm a real Bread Winner, please move over
Ain't no shortcuts (ain't no shortcuts, work)
Only hard work (only hard work, work)
Ain't no shortcuts (ain't no shortcuts, work)
It's supposed to hurt (it's supposed to hurt, let's work)
I don't wait in line (I don't wait in line, work)
I show up first (I show up first, work)
I show up ready (I show up ready, work)
Ready for the work (ready for the work, let's work)
Out here puttin' in work, I'm on my grind, ain't takin' no breaks
Out here gettin' it done, I do what it take, I do what it take
Check my bank account (my bank account, let's work)
Look like phone numbers (look like phone numbers, let's work)
I'ma run it up (I'ma run it up, work)
Like they stole from me (huh, huh, huh, huh, let's work)
Lately, been in the gym, get it in, muscle (hmm)
What about relationships? I ain't quit thuggin' (nah)
Go ahead, take a trip, I'ma just hustle (yeah)
I ain't even spendin' money, flip and just double (run it up)
Foreign chick flyin' in, get her through customs (yoom)
Nice skin, slim thick, booty on bubble
Do it in the mirror, make her feel it in her stomach
Killer, when I'm finished, I don't kiss and I don't cuddle (yes, Lord)
Sellin' out arenas, got a ticket out the gutter (uh-huh)
Motivate the real niggas, everybody love me (yeah)
Aimin' for the stars while maneuvering a new car (oh, yeah)
You would think I'm shootin' out the ceiling of a Cully
Christian Loub', bottom of my tennis shoe bloody (yes, Lord)
Audemars waterpark, I meant to say flooded (yeah)
Price keep goin' up, phone I got jumpin' (already)
If you don't think I'm number one, you got the wrong number (run it, run it)
Ain't no shortcuts (ain't no shortcuts, work)
Only hard work (only hard work, work)
Ain't no shortcuts (ain't no shortcuts, work)
It's supposed to hurt (it's supposed to hurt, let's work)
I don't wait in line (I don't wait in line, work)
I show up first (I show up first, work)
I show up ready (I show up ready, work)
Ready for the work (ready for the work, let's work)
Out here puttin' in work, I'm on my grind, ain't takin' no breaks
Out here gettin' it done, I do what it take, I do what it take
Check my bank account (my bank account, let's work)
Look like phone numbers (look like phone numbers, let's work)
I'ma run it up (I'ma run it up, work)
Like they stole from me (huh, huh, huh, huh, let's work)
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Ain't no shortcuts (ain't no shortcuts, work)
Only hard work (only hard work, work)
Ain't no shortcuts (ain't no shortcuts, work)
It's supposed to hurt (it's supposed to hurt, let's work)
I don't wait in line (I don't wait in line, work)
I show up first (I show up first, work)
I show up ready (I show up ready, work)
Ready for the work (ready for the work, let's work)
Out here puttin' in work, I'm on my grind, ain't takin' no breaks
Out here gettin' it done, I do what it take, I do what it take
Check my bank account (my bank account, let's work)
Look like phone numbers (look like phone numbers, let's work)
I'ma run it up (I'ma run it up, work)
Like they stole from me (let's work)
I done went broke, got right back focused (run it up)
Really, though, Emilio the best thing smokin' (goin' dumb)
Cocaine drop with the top flipped open (mm)
Bottom of the map, but the trap not closin' (yeah)
Pullin' up to buy, put your feelings to the side (huh?)
Might catch me in the spot with your thot bent over (baow, baow)
Diamonds in my mouth, catch a whiff of my aroma (bling)
Invisa-wear, hand-set, emerald cut, frozen
With Barbie on the road, and she's lovin' my persona
Players only live once, I'ma get chosen (yeah)
Dad cap, collared shirt, I'ma get chauffeured (yes, Lord)
Coffee shop boomin', havin' real big motion (yeah)
Sell 'em by the square, but I move 'em by the pallet
Even got my own brand if you thinkin' I'm jokin' (yoom)
I ain't come to play, baby, you just in the way, baby
I'm a real Bread Winner, please move over
Ain't no shortcuts (ain't no shortcuts, work)
Only hard work (only hard work, work)
Ain't no shortcuts (ain't no shortcuts, work)
It's supposed to hurt (it's supposed to hurt, let's work)
I don't wait in line (I don't wait in line, work)
I show up first (I show up first, work)
I show up ready (I show up ready, work)
Ready for the work (ready for the work, let's work)
Out here puttin' in work, I'm on my grind, ain't takin' no breaks
Out here gettin' it done, I do what it take, I do what it take
Check my bank account (my bank account, let's work)
Look like phone numbers (look like phone numbers, let's work)
I'ma run it up (I'ma run it up, work)
Like they stole from me (huh, huh, huh, huh, let's work)
Lately, been in the gym, get it in, muscle (hmm)
What about relationships? I ain't quit thuggin' (nah)
Go ahead, take a trip, I'ma just hustle (yeah)
I ain't even spendin' money, flip and just double (run it up)
Foreign chick flyin' in, get her through customs (yoom)
Nice skin, slim thick, booty on bubble
Do it in the mirror, make her feel it in her stomach
Killer, when I'm finished, I don't kiss and I don't cuddle (yes, Lord)
Sellin' out arenas, got a ticket out the gutter (uh-huh)
Motivate the real niggas, everybody love me (yeah)
Aimin' for the stars while maneuvering a new car (oh, yeah)
You would think I'm shootin' out the ceiling of a Cully
Christian Loub', bottom of my tennis shoe bloody (yes, Lord)
Audemars waterpark, I meant to say flooded (yeah)
Price keep goin' up, phone I got jumpin' (already)
If you don't think I'm number one, you got the wrong number (run it, run it)
Ain't no shortcuts (ain't no shortcuts, work)
Only hard work (only hard work, work)
Ain't no shortcuts (ain't no shortcuts, work)
It's supposed to hurt (it's supposed to hurt, let's work)
I don't wait in line (I don't wait in line, work)
I show up first (I show up first, work)
I show up ready (I show up ready, work)
Ready for the work (ready for the work, let's work)
Out here puttin' in work, I'm on my grind, ain't takin' no breaks
Out here gettin' it done, I do what it take, I do what it take
Check my bank account (my bank account, let's work)
Look like phone numbers (look like phone numbers, let's work)
I'ma run it up (I'ma run it up, work)
Like they stole from me (huh, huh, huh, huh, let's work)
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Bad Business


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Kevin
They let a motherf*ckin' demon come back in this motherf*cker
(They let me come back from Hell)
They done f*cked up and left me alive (oohwee)
They done f*cked up, nigga
I done woke up with IVs all in my arm up in the bed (goin' through it)
I'm lookin' around, nigga, like, nigga, my eyes is red (blood red)
Plus I'm trippin' in this motherf*cker, I'm trippin' off the meds (trippin' hard)
Plus I'm goin' in, nigga, now I'm covered in red (woo)
So I'm sittin' up in this bed with the IVs in my arm (damn)
I'm lookin' at Kevin like, damn, do I got some heroin in my arm? (Dog food)
Now I'm f*ckin' up, nigga, plus I'm goin' all out
And I'm thinkin' in my head is my head blown out? (Damn)
Said f*ck it, in this thing, nigga, I'm goin' all the way insane (all the way)
Plus I'm goin' crazy, nigga, when I listed my pay
I said I'm bleedin' on this bitch, nigga, I'm dyin' all out
I got some shit up on my mind that I gotta get out (I gotta get it out)
I said I'm flippin' and I'm dyin', plus I'm comin' back down (what?)
It's another demon came to see me at the hospital now (damn, I swear)
I'm lookin' at him like, "F*ck, is I'ma die right now? (Is that the Devil)
Or is Heaven gon' open they gates and let me in right now?" (Wow)
Protocol-specific, understand the mission
Heal yourself and motivate the trenches
Told Big 4 I play out the way, I'm really rockin' different (yeah, nigga)
Bag of fruit at ICU, get well soon, hospital visits (get up)
That shit keep your soldiers focused, plus it keep 'em optimistic (let's go)
When you're real, you keep it real, not just when it's beneficial (hmm)
If you need me and I'm near, I'ma try my best to fix it
My bitch call, I will hang the phone up if she go to trippin' (hello? F*ck you)
I protect my energy, I only give it to my children (for real)
Only engaging in the things that give me spiritual fulfillment
Diamond teeth, cut off the lights, Louisiana in the building (bling, blaow)
Try your luck, I'm with the shits, I swear to God you gotta kill me (let's do it)
Any room I'm standing in, a living legend in the building
Had to separate from bitch niggas thinkin' 'bout past dealings
Upright independent feelers, only doin' square business (squares)
You can't keep it gangster, then f*ck you, I don't do bad business
Cross me, you lost me, nigga, I don't do bad business (f*ck you)
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Kevin
They let a motherf*ckin' demon come back in this motherf*cker
(They let me come back from Hell)
They done f*cked up and left me alive (oohwee)
They done f*cked up, nigga
I done woke up with IVs all in my arm up in the bed (goin' through it)
I'm lookin' around, nigga, like, nigga, my eyes is red (blood red)
Plus I'm trippin' in this motherf*cker, I'm trippin' off the meds (trippin' hard)
Plus I'm goin' in, nigga, now I'm covered in red (woo)
So I'm sittin' up in this bed with the IVs in my arm (damn)
I'm lookin' at Kevin like, damn, do I got some heroin in my arm? (Dog food)
Now I'm f*ckin' up, nigga, plus I'm goin' all out
And I'm thinkin' in my head is my head blown out? (Damn)
Said f*ck it, in this thing, nigga, I'm goin' all the way insane (all the way)
Plus I'm goin' crazy, nigga, when I listed my pay
I said I'm bleedin' on this bitch, nigga, I'm dyin' all out
I got some shit up on my mind that I gotta get out (I gotta get it out)
I said I'm flippin' and I'm dyin', plus I'm comin' back down (what?)
It's another demon came to see me at the hospital now (damn, I swear)
I'm lookin' at him like, "F*ck, is I'ma die right now? (Is that the Devil)
Or is Heaven gon' open they gates and let me in right now?" (Wow)
Protocol-specific, understand the mission
Heal yourself and motivate the trenches
Told Big 4 I play out the way, I'm really rockin' different (yeah, nigga)
Bag of fruit at ICU, get well soon, hospital visits (get up)
That shit keep your soldiers focused, plus it keep 'em optimistic (let's go)
When you're real, you keep it real, not just when it's beneficial (hmm)
If you need me and I'm near, I'ma try my best to fix it
My bitch call, I will hang the phone up if she go to trippin' (hello? F*ck you)
I protect my energy, I only give it to my children (for real)
Only engaging in the things that give me spiritual fulfillment
Diamond teeth, cut off the lights, Louisiana in the building (bling, blaow)
Try your luck, I'm with the shits, I swear to God you gotta kill me (let's do it)
Any room I'm standing in, a living legend in the building
Had to separate from bitch niggas thinkin' 'bout past dealings
Upright independent feelers, only doin' square business (squares)
You can't keep it gangster, then f*ck you, I don't do bad business
Cross me, you lost me, nigga, I don't do bad business (f*ck you)
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Writer: Kevin Jerome Gilyard, Resan Bingham
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Panama Cartel


All the way to Panama, now tell me I ain't bonafide
Coke takin' bull rides
All the way to Panama, now tell me I ain't bonafide
Couple people did me dirty undeserving, I ain't get that
I get out the way, ain't never tryna get my lick back
When you a super general, they test you where you built at
That image you portrayin', gotta know what's comin' with that
Solo when I'm steppin', I don't trust a lot of niggas
No, we not in alignment, tryna f*ck behind a nigga
Bitch want me to be solid, but done f*cked all kind of niggas
Smilin' in my face, but really want me out the picture
Emotional intelligence, I navigate with vision
Mind over matter, we not movin' off of feelings
Panama Canal, catch a shipment, I'ma hand 'em off
You go to Miami, I'm in third-world Panama
Got some more bricks, they as white as my teeth (my teeth)
Outside of the city, and she steppin' on leaves (on leaves)
Four hundred bricks, they four hundred a piece (a piece)
Sabanas Cartel, send the work overseas (that's right)
Got some more bricks, they as white as my teeth
Outside of the city and she steppin' on leaves (that's right)
Four hundred bricks, they four hundred a piece
Sabanas Cartel, send the work overseas (Cartel)
I don't do droughts, had a few interceptions (that's right)
Bread Winner team, we just made a connection (we made it)
Soldados on go, they gon' follow directions (directions)
¿Cuánto tú quiere'? They gon' arrive in your section (woo)
Compremo' los kilo', lo armamo' de nuevo (de nuevo)
'Toy con mi Gucci, aquí todo está nuevo (that's right)
Niggas be fakin', never seen a kilo (never)
I'm the Panama plug and they callin' me primo (ayy)
Whoa, young fly nigga, I'm what's poppin'
Invested in the property, I flipped that all for profit
Out in Camden, my niggas know how I'm rockin'
I make a lot of moves, Interpol ain't gon' stop it
Yeah, love the trenches, I been standin' in designer
Coffee business boomin' with the real estate and diamonds
Made a hundred thousand, I ain't talkin' 'bout my rhyming
Cartier my wristwear, call it perfect timing
Used to fly commercial, now a nigga flyin' private
Plain-jane presidential Rollie to remind 'em
Remember we was piss poor wishin' for a dollar
Now my only problem tryna see where I'ma hide it
Them fifty pointers hittin' way too long, they probably blind you
And I done relocated, uppin' rank, I'm on an island
And I done relocated, uppin' rank, I'm on an island (third-world Panama)
Got some more bricks, they as white as my teeth (my teeth)
Outside of the city, and she steppin' on leaves (on leaves)
Four hundred bricks, they four hundred a piece (a piece)
Sabanas Cartel, send the work overseas (that's right)
Got some more bricks, they as white as my teeth
Outside of the city and she steppin' on leaves (that's right)
Four hundred bricks, they four hundred a piece
Sabanas Cartel, send the work overseas
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All the way to Panama, now tell me I ain't bonafide
Coke takin' bull rides
All the way to Panama, now tell me I ain't bonafide
Couple people did me dirty undeserving, I ain't get that
I get out the way, ain't never tryna get my lick back
When you a super general, they test you where you built at
That image you portrayin', gotta know what's comin' with that
Solo when I'm steppin', I don't trust a lot of niggas
No, we not in alignment, tryna f*ck behind a nigga
Bitch want me to be solid, but done f*cked all kind of niggas
Smilin' in my face, but really want me out the picture
Emotional intelligence, I navigate with vision
Mind over matter, we not movin' off of feelings
Panama Canal, catch a shipment, I'ma hand 'em off
You go to Miami, I'm in third-world Panama
Got some more bricks, they as white as my teeth (my teeth)
Outside of the city, and she steppin' on leaves (on leaves)
Four hundred bricks, they four hundred a piece (a piece)
Sabanas Cartel, send the work overseas (that's right)
Got some more bricks, they as white as my teeth
Outside of the city and she steppin' on leaves (that's right)
Four hundred bricks, they four hundred a piece
Sabanas Cartel, send the work overseas (Cartel)
I don't do droughts, had a few interceptions (that's right)
Bread Winner team, we just made a connection (we made it)
Soldados on go, they gon' follow directions (directions)
¿Cuánto tú quiere'? They gon' arrive in your section (woo)
Compremo' los kilo', lo armamo' de nuevo (de nuevo)
'Toy con mi Gucci, aquí todo está nuevo (that's right)
Niggas be fakin', never seen a kilo (never)
I'm the Panama plug and they callin' me primo (ayy)
Whoa, young fly nigga, I'm what's poppin'
Invested in the property, I flipped that all for profit
Out in Camden, my niggas know how I'm rockin'
I make a lot of moves, Interpol ain't gon' stop it
Yeah, love the trenches, I been standin' in designer
Coffee business boomin' with the real estate and diamonds
Made a hundred thousand, I ain't talkin' 'bout my rhyming
Cartier my wristwear, call it perfect timing
Used to fly commercial, now a nigga flyin' private
Plain-jane presidential Rollie to remind 'em
Remember we was piss poor wishin' for a dollar
Now my only problem tryna see where I'ma hide it
Them fifty pointers hittin' way too long, they probably blind you
And I done relocated, uppin' rank, I'm on an island
And I done relocated, uppin' rank, I'm on an island (third-world Panama)
Got some more bricks, they as white as my teeth (my teeth)
Outside of the city, and she steppin' on leaves (on leaves)
Four hundred bricks, they four hundred a piece (a piece)
Sabanas Cartel, send the work overseas (that's right)
Got some more bricks, they as white as my teeth
Outside of the city and she steppin' on leaves (that's right)
Four hundred bricks, they four hundred a piece
Sabanas Cartel, send the work overseas
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Writer: Kevin Jerome Gilyard, Thony Sabana
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Hard For Pt. 2 (Many Times)


Now this a vibe, I'm elevatin' high
Trimmin' all the fat on my attention, on my grind
I can't be distracted, I can't let you waste my time
All is off the hustle, and I don't love, respect my mind
How many times you been leanin' on me? Many times
How many times you been sleepin' on me? Too many times
How many times you been speakin' on me? Too many times
How many times I believe you sorry? Many times
How many times you been leanin' on me? Many times
How many times you been sleepin' on me? Many times
How many times you been speakin' on me? Too many times
How many times I believe you sorry? Many times
Does anybody hear me cryin' alone?
Cryin' alone, cryin' alone (cryin' alone)
Cryin' alone, cryin' alone
Forgive me if I'm seemin' a little distant
I put energy in myself
The heart wants what it wants and I don't want nobody else
Can't be used and you're useless
Use me, please, just don't abuse me
The back and forth get so confusing
The only thing that's really soothing
Is workin' out and makin' music
My whole life been like a movie
Ego feelings in my head, eagles flyin' overhead
Once I get you back in my arms
I'ma never let you go again
How many times you been leanin' on me? Many times
How many times you been sleepin' on me? Many times
How many times you been speakin' on me? Too many times
How many times I believe you sorry? Many times
How many times you been leanin' on me? Many times
How many times you been sleepin' on me? Many times
How many times you been speakin' on me? Too many times
How many times I believe you sorry? Many times
Latest passion, therapeutic or mix and matching fashion
Disloyal, didn't play they part, they missin' in action
Diamonds dance, when I talk they sparkle, compliment my accent
Beggin' for a second chance, hit the gas, this fatal attrcation
Say they want me dead, that's a bet, tell them get in traffic
You should pray to God that I fall off but I know He won't answer
Steppin' on, emotions layin' heavy on, but I'm still standin'
Respect is something earned and never given, I'm out here demandin'
Tucked away grindin', interstate ridin'
Getaway drive with a bird on the island
Safe spot tucked inside of the appliance
New lil' Texas, she ain't complyin'
Alumni status, we in the Lions
Leave them from 'round me if not in alignment
Ain't so secret, the people releasin'
Is how we achieve a better environment
How many times you been leanin' on me? Many times
How many times you been sleepin' on me? Many times
How many times you been speakin' on me? Too many times
How many times I believe you sorry? Many times
How many times you been leanin' on me? Many times
How many times you been sleepin' on me? Many times
How many times you been speakin' on me? Too many times
How many times I believe you sorry? Many times
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Now this a vibe, I'm elevatin' high
Trimmin' all the fat on my attention, on my grind
I can't be distracted, I can't let you waste my time
All is off the hustle, and I don't love, respect my mind
How many times you been leanin' on me? Many times
How many times you been sleepin' on me? Too many times
How many times you been speakin' on me? Too many times
How many times I believe you sorry? Many times
How many times you been leanin' on me? Many times
How many times you been sleepin' on me? Many times
How many times you been speakin' on me? Too many times
How many times I believe you sorry? Many times
Does anybody hear me cryin' alone?
Cryin' alone, cryin' alone (cryin' alone)
Cryin' alone, cryin' alone
Forgive me if I'm seemin' a little distant
I put energy in myself
The heart wants what it wants and I don't want nobody else
Can't be used and you're useless
Use me, please, just don't abuse me
The back and forth get so confusing
The only thing that's really soothing
Is workin' out and makin' music
My whole life been like a movie
Ego feelings in my head, eagles flyin' overhead
Once I get you back in my arms
I'ma never let you go again
How many times you been leanin' on me? Many times
How many times you been sleepin' on me? Many times
How many times you been speakin' on me? Too many times
How many times I believe you sorry? Many times
How many times you been leanin' on me? Many times
How many times you been sleepin' on me? Many times
How many times you been speakin' on me? Too many times
How many times I believe you sorry? Many times
Latest passion, therapeutic or mix and matching fashion
Disloyal, didn't play they part, they missin' in action
Diamonds dance, when I talk they sparkle, compliment my accent
Beggin' for a second chance, hit the gas, this fatal attrcation
Say they want me dead, that's a bet, tell them get in traffic
You should pray to God that I fall off but I know He won't answer
Steppin' on, emotions layin' heavy on, but I'm still standin'
Respect is something earned and never given, I'm out here demandin'
Tucked away grindin', interstate ridin'
Getaway drive with a bird on the island
Safe spot tucked inside of the appliance
New lil' Texas, she ain't complyin'
Alumni status, we in the Lions
Leave them from 'round me if not in alignment
Ain't so secret, the people releasin'
Is how we achieve a better environment
How many times you been leanin' on me? Many times
How many times you been sleepin' on me? Many times
How many times you been speakin' on me? Too many times
How many times I believe you sorry? Many times
How many times you been leanin' on me? Many times
How many times you been sleepin' on me? Many times
How many times you been speakin' on me? Too many times
How many times I believe you sorry? Many times
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Writer: Gradon Lee, Kevin Goyard
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






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Luca Brasi 4

Kevin Gates, the man with "2 Phones" and a knack for confessional anthems packed with wild references (remember the voodoo line in "Fatal Attraction" about putting period blood in someone's food as a love potion?), is back with the fourth installment of his Luca Brasi mixtape series. Luca Brasi 4 drops August 13 via Bread Winner Records.

The 19-track project features guest appearances from G Herbo, NoCap, Hurricane Wisdom, YKNIECE, YoungBoy Never Broke Again, and 4Xtra. Gates has already previewed the release with several singles, including "Stutter", "Stir The Pot", and more.
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Performed by: Kevin Gates
Featuring: G Herbo, NoCap, Hurricane Wisdom, YKNIECE, YoungBoy Never Broke Again, 4Xtra
Genre(s): Hip Hop, Rap
Released: August 13th, 2025
Year: 2025

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