Lyrics It Won’t Happen - Kevin Gates

(CashMoneyAP)
(BatGang got that heat, boy)
(VVS got the juice, ho)

I'm makin' progress now, I put the blueprint down
I bought a blueberry phone, I'm in a new whip now
I started him off with a zip, he get a few bricks now
I got a Starbucks boomin', I make a ship touch down

South Twelfth, I really got it off the curb
And don't get the respect that I deserve, but I'm Muslim now
Back when it was only me and DJ Earl, when I told him I'm gon' take over the world
It was just me and my girl, first mixtape flopped, that was that nerve

Tryna lock it down for self-respect, I might be on the verge
Told - to come record me on the road, told me, "No"
Although it hurt, Brasi never got deterred
Everything that I was loyal to, it dragged me through the dirt, that's my word

I got love for a gangsta, shed blood for a gangsta
But people drag your name through the mud when you a gangsta
Still got love for -, and I don't take nothin' from him
I'm up in rank and I ain't pushed one button

Tatted with faces, I ain't get none covered
Put 'em in place and I ain't get nothin' from it
I know they still tryna get somethin' punished
The godmother gave me comfort, I'm protected on that other end

Money on my top, receivin' blessings on that other end
Too afraid of organizations, it gotta fall
Watch I put another secret compartment inside the wall
Free my dawgs behind the wall, may Allah be with us all

Feel no respect, oh, watch I give this shit my all
Peewee league, peewee cheese, why not get what you can handle?
But monkeys can't be sellin' no bananas
Don't let that go over your head, I was only tryna give you an example

Just know I'm in that bracket, I don't do no flexin' and controllin', I'm demandin'
Slum lord, standin' in the trenches with that package
Landed back in Cali', shout the Texans, say it landed
Shoutout Canada, was hannin?

Wagwan, super Brasi say, "Was hannin?"
Askin' for my number, baby, sorry, you can't have it
Can't give her no dick, it'll make the bitch believe in magic
I can't give you no energy 'cause you just a distraction

No goin' backwards, if you not addin', subtraction
And all the pain that I deal with turn into passion
Angelic form when I put it on, I been fastin'
When in the car, please don't be alarmed, ain't no traction

I married someone from Louisiana with no accent
And when she dance, movin' all that ass, that's that action
And when she smile, know that drive me wild, her reactions
And we done turned up, we done built ourself a mansion

It's been a long road up and down, now we happy
You lookin' for a microwave blessin', it won't happen
It won't happen
You lookin' for a microwave blessin', it won't happen
I-I-it won't happen