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Kevin Gates

Tryna Yea

 

Tryna Yea

(album: Luca Brasi 3 - 2018)


I knew something was up when they took me to Livingston jail
My bond was three-hundred thousand
Dreka was up there in thirty minutes with forty bands, you heard me?

'Cause I go back to them niggas in the Feds
We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed
I get sick, go to getting rid of meds
Outta work, call him, hopping outta bed
Don't know how many times I done been to Seg
Don't know how many times I prayed and bumped my head
I got that ice in my mouth, I spent some bread
And it ain't cheating if I wanna get some head
I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah
I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah

I break a brick down then I catch a cell
I come in town then I get the mail
Running that fast pace always put me in last place
I got a nigga from Champagne who wanna fuck with the campaign
I just got rid of the last thang, put the Corvette in the fast lane
I just took a trip to San Diego, hold up, I'm going too fast, wey
Say I drive like Puerto Rico, I belong in a drag race
Say I'm fucking on a deep throat, I don't remember her last name
Say I stayed down, and I preyed on 'em and that when the cash came
Giving a check to the gas man, pouring a pint in the gas tank
Running, I might pull a hamstrang
I know they probably won't blame Gates, already underwent hard strain
Cover your hand at the card game

'Cause I go back to them niggas in the Feds
We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed
I get sick, go to getting rid of meds
Outta work, call him, hopping outta bed
Don't know how many times I done been to Seg
Don't know how many times I prayed and bumped my head
I got that ice in my mouth, I spent some bread
And it ain't cheating if I wanna get some head
I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah
I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah

You know I painted a bad picture, I gotta do all the ass kissing
I have been labeled a crash mission, I take her then maybe she act different
Poor now, deal with' her ass different, pretending she don't miss the last nigga
Pulling her hair from the back, hitting it, temperature feeling like Carol City
Energy wrong, you on your own, I'm 'bout to go in like four minutes
I get so sick of my phone clicking, gotta deliver a whole chicken
Marvel's a movie I'm on glisten, visible set, they all hit
Crack a smile around this bitch and I just deliver the cold shiver
I'm reminiscent of those feelins
I am not running from no nigga
I am not fucking with gold diggers
I got you covered, I'm on business
Summer, it's snowing the whole visit
Strawberry haze, don't whisper
Meaning it's loud, I'm outta town, not on the ground, I'm in the cloud

'Cause I go back to them niggas in the Feds
We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed
I get sick, go to getting rid of meds
Outta work, call him, hopping outta bed
Don't know how many times I done been to Seg
Don't know how many times I prayed and bumped my head
I got that ice in my mouth, I spent some bread
And it ain't cheating if I wanna get some head
I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah
I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah
I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah
I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah

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