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Kevin Gates

Always Be Gangsta (Freestyle)

 

Always Be Gangsta (Freestyle)


Yes please (Ooh)
Men greet men
All well
Stand, All ten
I'm all the way in there
Ya heard me?
I don't wanna talk
Get 'Em Gates

Divorced all my wives, cancelled all my soul ties
Countertops in the Southside, letting the coke dry (Coke dry)
I don't get upset, I ain't never duck and wreck (Duck and wreck)
I'm a muslim, yeah
Let me know when you wanna bump your head
Wanna pose to bump me, for some bread
Tell 'em I ain't scared (Let's go)
Jumped the Hellcat with no tint
Work in my BlackBerry
T-Shirt white, bitch bright, feel like I'm Jeff Perry
Swagging from the pipe, with hard pipe and she said "Yes, Kevin"
What I told you 'bout that get it right and she said "Yes, daddy"
Rumors in the city, I ain't worried 'bout none of them
Mix the H with the fend, you could go fetch you a Benz
Bulletproof Cutlass, Supreme (Ooh)
Necklace enforced it with, bling
Truck haul the interstate, make the Honda touch down with them Bs
Rollie on glisten, ka-ting
Little, this shit was a, dream
Bread Winner ego go, inc
Jump in the whip and go, screech
Come up from nothing, gold teeth in the gutta, this street
Cut up with cutters and cleats, thugging, I'm something unique
My children loving, my women infatuated pulling the paper from outta that hole
Everything platinum, ain't regular status
He tucking that pack and I'm throwing em loads
These women mean nothin, they stealing my energy from me, it's spinning me outta control
Fucking with trash, I learned my lesson (Ooh)
Two hunnid K for a new perspective (I did)
Got my attention, that ain't bad (Come on)
Get out of line and I'm getting you smashed
Tell me it's up and I'm on your ass (I'm on your ass)
When I'm in the tank, I'm doing the dash
Keep your security 'round you
Knowing you pussy and I'm not scared of nothing (I ain't scared of nothing)
I'ma control the threats, I show the press
And turn on the pressure ugly
I made a lot of mistakes in life but I'm up in rank, I'm growing from that
I gave a lot of you niggas some stripes, but I ain't aight, ain't going for that
I'm raising my son for to be a lil man and he 'bout to live in reality
We open with prayer and we stick to the plan and this is the only reality
Your moral compass is all you got
Life in general, cold sport
The higher ups gon' play polite
The system still do what they want
Cool to kick it, but always remember that you still a nigga when you go to court
Been in that blender with plenty of course
Blemish my image, ain't getting no awards
Steady tryna be a better man, still I handle business like a gangsta (Gangsta)
I'ma always be gangsta (Gangsta), I'ma always be gangsta (Gangsta)
Steady tryna be a better man, still I handle business like a gangsta (Gangsta)
I'ma always be gangsta (Gangsta), I'ma always be gangsta (Gangsta)
Respect the laws of the jungle, nigga laying law down in the slums
I'm the same nigga from the haunted house, with Jermaine Hurd dealing drugs
I'm the same nigga had Marlo Mike, underneath the wing off the bus
I just wanna see you come up, quarter ki of green tryna let 'em thug
I'm the same nigga flood the wild side, with the lower tabs in the mud (I did)
In the bottom, standing outside, Gates got the cocaine and the bud
Rest in peace, Lil' Phat, drop top jag come in all black
Him and Bell, pull on me and Julio, on Louisa Street for the pack
Let me take a nigga back
'Fore I graduated with them racks
The whole Southside eating, Willy and Trae both jumping out Camaros
That's when Big London had the lac
That's when Big Head had the lac
Boo and L playing in the lac
We on Arizona in the lab
Big Yak and Ivy in the CTSs, with the spinners on em, that's a fact
I was uptown at the Easter Bash
White Stan Smith's with the tag
With the long dreads, Polo collar
With Jabo shorts, letting em sag
With the red boxers, with the white horses, all four pockets full of bands

Ayy with all due respect (Come on man)
Ayy, that's me you tryna be, you heard?
(Ayy, haha, for real)
I don't chill like that, like that
Mane come on man, my lil soldiers on it mane, I ain't worried 'bout nothing (Nothin')
It's really nothing (Man you playin')

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