paroles de chanson Intro - Kevin Gates

Everything I do, you b–es got a problem with it
Hmm, carry on (carry on)
I take a sh–, you got a problem with it
Hmm, carry on (carry on)
Huh, ayy, you make it like it's about dude
You know it ain't about that
You know what the f– you did, n– (damn)
I don't hate you, you Muslim
Man, I'ma show you how great I am
Carry on

For the record, I am Muslim first, where should I begin?
I'm a general, I'm one of the men, ABPSN
I'm hospitable, respect agreed, but we can not be friends
Social media, I'm not promotin' criminal intent
Big spinner, get to business deals when killers get consent
Whoever played, I want they family members, I'ma set a trend
Bop my head and say "Astaghfirullah, Lord, forgive me for my sins"
F250 drop my Hellcat off and whip up in a Benz (hmm)

Downtown, ninth ward, Alabo and Rocheblave
Big chiefs send them things, bread winner, gunner gang
New infinity in gunner phase, how we discussin' things?
Timid, nine ward did it, gon' have another son to raise
N–s started actin' like big Brasi ain't the truth out here
I done caught a body if a n– want some proof out here
Southside, Baton Rouge, standin' up on Fran Street
Standin' up on 12th Street, big London package, hand me

With Butcher out on Evergreen, standin' up on Taft Street
Sold dope on Murder street, St. Joseph Abbey Street
Crate and Stewart, middle of the drought and he ain't textin' me
Carolina Street's applyin' pressure, you can ask for me
Trophy, grey Monte Carlow, hustle 'til my lungs collapse on me
Garfield Street, ask Big Boi, charge twenty for a zip of lean

B.O.N., I'm a big old n– with that MAC on me
Zap-a-hard, 15 on, I'm weighin' a rack a piece
They shot me down, broke my bone in half, it ain't no jackin' me
Hospital every pack, digi scale, dope and them bands on me
Shoutout to God, no bodyguard, wore my hat, he had plans for me
I was on my a– doin' bad and dopeboy had grabbed for me
While I blew them stacks, payed him back, and T-Newman grabbed for me
Born like my hustle, I must a free agent drafted me
Honda Accord with Dreka, move discretely, look with that strap on me

Accidentally turned up, Oakland, Cali', Sac' on me
F–in' with the plug daughter, her mama put that pack on me
No five ton, no metal box, I'm comin' with the stamp on me
Leavin' Hammond with what's his name? Fleep is spillin' ack on me (shout out)
Solo, I feel gangster, reason presence in the back of me (shout out)
Abuelita's spirit, got the Godmother backin' me
N– murdered Mazi and I was gone, that sh– had damaged me
Bodega bans'll tell you in New York that I got handlin'
Big Jigg tell you, if I love you, anything you ask of me

Breadwinner, brave heart, ain't trippin' ' bout no brave team
Stalkin', tryna choke something, ain't stickin' like no Beijing
Curbboy Trell, you know these n–s out here hate me
Want me to suffer, melt my butter, oven-hot potato, bake me
Lil' killer, listen
You hop in the streets, you know, a lot gon' change
When you a Gates, it's in your DNA
So you are not gon' change

Protect your sister, know what you believe, you gotta die this way
Once you go to jail, expect your b– to play a lot of games
Even your click respect the way you built, a lot are not the same
Never rat, always mind the business, that's a prouder way
You a good friend, remember
You not friendly, you don't ride the wave
Respect yourself and everything around you, we not trying to play
He who try, ain't no doubt about it, divin' in his face

No surrender, no retreat, reply, b–, you gon' die today
Represent your trial but your actions and your body language
Upright independent feelings movin' with all types of angels
Nine-thousand miles, do ease, where the holy copper stations?
Muslim makes salat, this all we got, you take your time with prayin'
Upright, independent, fearless, praises go to my creator
Upright, independent, fearless, we havin' a lot of paper
Upright, independent, fearless, even if my body stinkin'

Hmm, what else?