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Kevin Gates - I'm Him Album Lyrics



Kevin Gates - I'm Him Lyrics






RBS Intro

All my life, it been like this (CashMoneyAP)
(Always) my daddy did this shit
I can't see no other way
His daddy did this shit (one way, dumb way)
Go Grizz (I'm a real big speaker)

Controllin' shit, I'm scorin' flippers, ain't nobody want look
Losin' focus, burnin' soda, tryna win off a cook
Thinkin' situated, if I could just get to a book
Go to Texas, grab a hook and put that bass in the hood
Bitch, I got weight in the hood, I'm up in rank in the hood
My lil' soldiers on it, I no longer stay in the hood
Quiet as kept, I was the first to put that H in the hood
With Big Marques, I'm sippin' lean, would take a break if I could
Phone bling-a-ling-a-lingin', it retarded, come see me (hello)
Trap do a ninety, it's a quarter ki' eater
Hold it down when I'm on lock, callin' shots from the box
Diamond teeth full of rocks, I'm a real big speaker

As-salāmu ʿalaykum, akhi
Wa-Alaikum As-Salaam, el Wa Rahmato Allah
Are you well?
I'm a real big speaker
And look, shout out to my bitch, I was penitentiary rich
In the streets I do my shit, I could really feed people
As-salāmu ʿalaykum, mozza, ta'alee, jamelek be jannini
I'm a real big speaker

I don't fear nothin' but God, I ain't got no bodyguard
In the streets or on the walk
I'm a real big speaker
I hold it down for the Breadwinner cartel
Wallahi, I sworn to God
With non-believers, I fuss and fall
It's cold, but it's fair, but it come with it all
In my pocket, I got funds, metric ton, love
Chances made a champion, pick that metric ton up (hold up)
Ay, keep 'em starin' in this bitch
I am turnt in the party, diamonds dancin' in this bitch
Crack a smile, woo, God, bling, blaow, drippin' water
Necklace is moonwalkin', Michael Jackson in this bitch
I'm rockin' some glasses, takin' some classes
Fast, tilt, two-seater
Presidential when I step, had to catch her breath
She seen the Cartier, got cardiac arrest
You know what happens next, I'm a real big speaker

As-salāmu ʿalaykum, akhi
Wa-Alaikum As-Salaam, el Wa Rahmato Allah
Are you well?
I'm a real big speaker
And look, shout out to my bitch, I was penitentiary rich
In the streets I do my shit, I could really feed people
As-salāmu ʿalaykum, mozza, ta'alee, jamelek be jannini
I'm a real big speaker

I'm a real big speaker
I'm a real big speaker
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Writer: Alex Petit, Kevin Gilyard, Kevin Price
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Icebox

Shit
Yeah, I'm feelin' like that
I'm in New York right now, you heard?
I'm a different kinda animal when I'm up here (I'm a silverback)
Daytrip took it to ten (hey)

Takin' these journeys where I'ma need an interpreter
Haven't had a problem I couldn't solve with the murderers
Forced entry, home invasion, I know the burglars
Pardon my thoughts, I had to put up the burglar bars
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don't hurt at all
She got a murder charge
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don't hurt at all
She got a murder charge
And he got a murder charge

A'ight, I'ma get it all out right here, you heard me?
This my healing process, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm pressured

First time I ever been disappointed, think it came from my mother
I subconsciously engage in things that's makin' me suffer
And this in turn has an effect on how I deal with a woman
I try to turn 'em against their family just to prove that they love me
I put that iron on your cousin, I put that iron on your brother
And when they draw the chalk line, pretend that I don't know nothin'
I'm not the one to cross now, I ain't retire from thuggin'
Observe that I'm a boss now, I mail it out and say, "F*ck it"
Then slim, you won't get walked down, if you survivin', you lucky
You survivin', you lucky, you survivin', you lucky

Takin' these journeys where I'ma need an interpreter
Haven't had a problem I couldn't solve with the murderers
Forced entry, home invasion, I know the burglars
Pardon my thoughts, I had to put up the burglar bars
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don't hurt at all
She got a murder charge
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don't hurt at all
She got a murder charge, and he got a murder charge

Why I'm supposed to be givin' a f*ck, lil' bitch? Uh, let me calm down
Heard your opinion and I'm not givin' a shit, I'm really up now
In the H, I went to Emit and got the pendant bust down
Talkin' 'bout what you gon' do to the kid, I'm out here shinin', what now?
Applyin' the pressure, she beggin' to get my attention, but ain't no love now
Say you f*ckin' with someone that fit my description, but it ain't workin' out
Personal trainin' when I used to hit it, whip up and work it out
I'm really for certain now, I'm knowin' my purpose now (I am)
My insecurity wiped out, I'm knowin' my purpose now (I know)

When you find someone seekin' acceptance, that's dangerous
'Cause they're not just seekin' acceptance from you
They seek acceptance wherever they can get it from
Even the opposition, yes, Lord

Takin' these journeys where I'ma need an interpreter
Haven't had a problem I couldn't solve with the murderers
Forced entry, home invasion, I know the burglars
Pardon my thoughts, I had to put up the burglar bars
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don't hurt at all
She got a murder charge
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don't hurt at all
She got a murder charge
And he got a murder charge

D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (hey)
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Writer: David Biral, Denzel Baptiste, Kevin Gilyard, Russell Chell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




By My Lonely

Killers in my hood, they know me by my first name
You know 'em by their work name, I know 'em by their birth name
Type of weight make a man stand on principle
Kill yourself but get your whole fam slammed on principle

I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (lonely)
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (by my lonely)
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (by my lonely)
F*ck nigga, I don't wanna be your homie (for real)

Yeah, Speaker Knockerz, I just ordered up, I got a hundred in
Keep the mop, watch how you talk to me, bitch, I'm not one of them
General for real, g-give a decree, the streets salute me
Sweaty sheets, jumpin' up outta my sleep, this how we gotta go eat
Safety pin apiece, cocaine resin stuck on the side of the scale
Watchin' the cameras
If you can deal with the smell, dealin' with paraphernal'
Weighin' the pale, keepin' 'em off of the trail
Texture up under my nails
Storm comin', bond money, inevitable that you sit in a cell

I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (lonely)
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (by my lonely)
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (by my lonely)
F*ck nigga, I don't wanna be your homie (for real)

Sick and tired of my phone ringin', workin' that bitch, I'm takin' a call (hello)
Workin' with bricks, I'm drivin' a car, (killer) got my body hard
Big ol' stepper with a rod, shop in the mall, no bodyguard
Heavy metal in my section, I'm controllin', I'm in charge
It's the heavily respected, I'll take a bitch to war
Bitch, I got steppers in my section, bodies on their firearms
Blow the clothes off your back, boom, boom, set off car alarms
C-C-Carbon with a drum, tiger, you no try to run
Give a f*ck 'bout your Chanel (I don't)
I'm tied in with the mayor (achoo)
Go sit down, went to jail
I'm part of the cartel
I'm a Breadwinner don and we came up from nothin'
And we prayed off crumbs, I was raised in the slums

I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (lonely)
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (by my lonely)
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (by my lonely)
F*ck nigga, I don't wanna be your homie (for real)
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Writer: Derek McAllister, Kevin Gilyard, Vincent Watson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Bags

F-F-F-Flamin'
Bitch, bitches out here tryna come up on a nigga, you heard me?
You not 'bout to ball off me so you can go and press another nigga
You bitch-ass, pussy-ass ho
Right game, wrong nigga

I want a bag, you want my bag, so we chasing the same thing
I did you bad, okay, my bad, baby, this ain't the same thing
You wanna stand on side a nigga, you knowing my name ring
All these diamonds blind a nigga, my watch and my chain bling
You gon' stand on side a nigga, yeah
You gon' stand on side a nigga, yeah
Bet you gon' stand on side a nigga, you knowing my name ring
I want a bag, you want my bag, so we chasing the same thing

You just gon' stand on side a nigga
All my diamonds blindin' niggas
And if I look in your direction
I'm just looking, you not special
I got partners who got pressure
We just f*cked your ho together
Drop the numbers on the brick
I brought the load in with no effort
I just flew to Mexi', Cali, I won't be home in a month
You know your friend, she call me zaddy, I can tell she wanna f*ck
All that hating shit won't stop me, you know I do what I want
She want Baby, she want Brasi, she don't know which one she want

I want a bag, you want my bag, so we chasing the same thing
I did you bad, okay, my bad, baby, this ain't the same thing
You wanna stand on side a nigga, you knowing my name ring
All these diamonds blind a nigga, my watch and my chain bling
You gon' stand on side a nigga, yeah
You gon' stand on side a nigga, yeah
Bet you gon' stand on side a nigga, you knowing my name ring
I want a bag, you want my bag, so we chasing the same thing

Ho, ho, you know I'm pressure when I step out
Somebody take a picture to the jail, I'm 'bout to mail out
Upright, independent feelings, I don't care 'bout what you care 'bout
Gotta focus on my children, when I can, I try to help out
Some people feeling left out, I'm grinding all last year
If you know me then you know 'bout my year before that year
I was locked behind the fence being discriminated against
Now I got entertainment, women wanna be intimate with the kid
Wanna be intimate with the kid
I been workin' out on my heart, I'm trying diligently to forget
Then remember what you did
It's been difficult for to forgive
Finally, I understand it
We come from two different planets
Keeping it platinum so demanding

I want a bag, you want my bag, so we chasing the same thing
I did you bad, okay, my bad, baby, this ain't the same thing
You wanna stand on side a nigga, you knowing my name ring
All these diamonds blind a nigga, my watch and my chain bling
You gon' stand on side a nigga, yeah
You gon' stand on side a nigga, yeah
Bet you gon' stand on side a nigga, you knowing my name ring
I want a bag, you want my bag, so we chasing the same thing
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Andrea Principiano, Kevin Gilyard
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Facts

It recording?
Yes Lord
Daytrip took it to 10

Look, facts
If you got a problem I'm pullin' up, strap
Big booty bitch and I'm pullin' on, tracks
I play with them words, I play with them birds
I'm really that
I'm statin' facts, facts, facts, facts, facts

When I'm in the kitchen no water whippin', yeah, yeah
I used to trap, I do a brick like Jordyn Woods
I cut a zip off but right before that
Make up what I'm servin, wrist go to workin'
Got her some surgery, cut off the fat
I play with them words, I play with them birds, yeah, yeah
I'm really that
Clutchin' a rod when I had a warrant
Increasin' my bond, was fightin' two hands
My new A&R threw me in a cross with a couple of rappers
Maneuver through that (ah)
My other lil' partner want 200 P's of the pressure
I'm on it, I got a new batch
A lotta of these niggas be hatin' on gangster
But I'm presidential, I'm statin' them facts (yes Lord)

If you got a problem I'm pullin' up, strap (boom, boom)
Big booty bitch and I'm pullin' on, tracks (yes Lord)
I play with them words, I play with them birds
I'm really that (yes Lord)
I'm statin' facts, facts, facts, facts, facts (take off)

Ooh, these niggas be watchin'
These women be plottin', I'm statin' them facts (yes Lord)
Everybody fake nowadays, these niggas be rats (yes Lord)
I see you in public, you know I'm what up (you know I'm what up)
I ain't givin' you dap (ooh)
I'm statin' facts, facts, facts, facts, facts (big old Gates, woo!)

Camouflage dresser, see a hater, side-step 'em, bitch
Big body, sexy, private jet it, jewelry heavy
Send it at me, you better be careful
I know how to get through the metal detector (skrt, skrt)
My money'll slam on a bitch nigga family
You guess and I guess you ain't knowin' no better (boom, boom)
I'm flexin', I ain't really showin' no cheddar (I'm on)
I take a little flick wit' a chick, I ain't throw in no dick
They thinkin' we goin' together
I'm overseas on a trip
Not an internet nigga, just let 'em be hoes together
I'm a big speaker, you know I'm the reverend
Preach to the streets and we got it for cheap
All this ice on my teeth and I gold the bezel
I'm statin' them facts
8 quarter tickets, I spent on my dentures
Every time I redid it, two million in racks (facts)
I done fell off and I ran it back up in a matter of months
Now I'm coolin', what's happenin?
You ask me for money, act like I don't got it
And then post a picture of me when I'm shoppin'
Controllin' big money I got in my pocket
I stand on your shit, just pretend I don't got it (ooh)

Facts, if you got a problem I'm pullin' up, strap
Big booty bitch and I'm pullin' on, tracks
I play with them words, I play with them birds
I'm really that
I'm statin' facts, facts, facts, facts, facts

Ooh, these niggas be watchin'
These women be plottin', I'm statin' them facts
Everybody fake nowadays, these niggas be rats
I see you in public, you know I'm what up
I ain't givin' you dap
I'm statin' facts, facts, facts, facts, facts

Camouflage dresser, see a hater, side-step 'em, bitch
Camouflage dresser, see a hater, side-step 'em, bitch
Camouflage dresser, see a hater, side-step 'em, bitch
Camouflage dresser, see a hater, side-step 'em, bitch

Facts
Daytrip took it to 10
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Writer: Kevin Gilyard, Denzel Baptiste, David Biral
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Fatal Attraction

It ain't a day that go by that I don't think about you
Don't play around with love, under the love spell
(Yeah, women are smart, women are smart)
Don't play around with love, under the love spell
Daytrip took it to ten (hey)

Women are smart
She was tryna hit him with the whoop, tryna catch him
She was tryna put it in his food, tryna trap him
Maybe underneath the full moon, night of passion
Thinking he'll fall deeply in love from attraction
Women are smart
She was tryna hit him with the whoop, tryna catch him
She was tryna put it in his food, tryna trap him
Maybe underneath the full moon, night of passion
Thinking he'll fall deeply in love from attraction

I was in a pretty cool mood, needed action
I pull up in something vroom vroom, push your back in
I was in a very dark place, I wasn't happy
You came in my life and that balance got established
Don't play around with love, under the love spell
Don't be touching me, I'm delicate, you need to be f*cked well
Your boyfriend a detective, hit from the back, say f*ck 12
With your water, you just cover me and bae say, "aw, yeah"

Women are smart
She was tryna hit him with the whoop, tryna catch him
She was tryna put it in his food, tryna trap him
Maybe underneath the full moon, night of passion
Thinking he'll fall deeply in love from attraction
Women are smart
She was tryna hit him with the whoop, tryna catch him
She was tryna put it in his food, tryna trap him
Maybe underneath the full moon, night of passion
Thinking he'll fall deeply in love from attraction

Don't play around with love, under the love spell
I'm in your stomach, I'm in your ribs, I'm ringing your love bell
I'm on your mind, they callin' you that
I hit decline, ain't calling you back
I been neglected, showing affection
I got protection from all of that
I'm on the grind, I'm balling with stacks
It was a blessing to be in my presence
You wasn't fine before all of that
You a finesser, got a lil' stress
I wasn't applyin', I'm fallin' back
I got a new dancer, whenever I'm smashin', she go to scratching
Look like a panther just been climbing on my back

Women are smart
She was tryna hit him with the whoop, tryna catch him
She was tryna put it in his food, tryna trap him
Maybe underneath the full moon, night of passion
Thinking he'll fall deeply in love from attraction
Women are smart
She was tryna hit him with the whoop, tryna catch him
She was tryna put it in his food, tryna trap him
Maybe underneath the full moon, night of passion
Thinking he'll fall deeply in love from attraction

From attraction
Thinking he'll fall deeply in love from attraction
Maybe underneath the full moon, night of passion
Thinking he'll fall deeply in love from attraction
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Writer: Kevin Jerome Gilyard, Denzel Baptiste, David Biral
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Say It Twice

Ain't gotta say it twice
She gon' make me say it twice

Ain't gotta say it twice (ain't gotta say it twice)
She gon' make me say it twice, oh, yeah (say it twice)
She bad, bad (bad, bad)
She lit, lit (she lit, lit)
She poppin', poppin', (she poppin', poppin')
She thick, thick (she thick, thick, woah)
Ain't gotta say it twice (ain't gotta say it twice)
She gon' make me say it twice, oh, yeah (make me say it twice)
She bad, bad (she bad)
She lit, lit (ooh)
She poppin', poppin' (ballin')
She thick, thick (oh, yeah)

How you doin'? My name is Kevin
I was just comin' to tell you, "Hello" (what up?)
I hope that I didn't make you uncomfortable
With this gesture, don't mean to scare you (uh-uh)
I was feelin' your energy when I walked in, psychokinetic (for real)
If you want me to walk away, then I will, I won't press
Allow me to let you enjoy your night
I won't get offended, no questions (uh-uh)
Saw your soul when we locked eyes
A whole lot of pressure in my presence
I love the dress that you got on, and you look stunning, no lie
I would've told you that you was beautiful, but that word don't describe

Ain't gotta say it twice (ain't gotta say it twice)
She gon' make me say it twice, oh, yeah (say it twice)
She bad, bad (bad, bad)
She lit, lit (she lit, lit)
She poppin', poppin', (she poppin', poppin')
She thick, thick (she thick, thick, woah)
Ain't gotta say it twice (ain't gotta say it twice)
She gon' make me say it twice, oh, yeah (make me say it twice)
She bad, bad (she bad)
She lit, lit (ooh)
She poppin', poppin' (ballin')
She thick, thick (oh, yeah)

Spontaneous, how 'bout we do somethin' exciting?
How 'bout you leave with me?
Toss your friends your keys
They ask where you're goin', you tell 'em that you done made plans
Tell 'em that you at Allstate, tell 'em that you in good hands
Tell 'em that you wanna feel alive
And if you willin' to give your heart a chance
Bae, could you say the last dance?
Pardon me, but you know I'm that drum line
Pleasure activist, only need one time (Done)
Undivided attention, you get it, I'm focused, I'm fixated
Tell them get out our business and quit hatin'
Intellectual intercourse conversation
You can't believe what other people say about me
Nothin' been substantiated

Ain't gotta say it twice (I don't say it twice)
She gon' make me say it twice, oh, yeah (say it twice)
She bad, bad (bad, bad)
She lit, lit (she lit, lit)
She poppin', poppin' (she poppin', poppin')
She thick, thick (she thick, thick, whoa)
Ain't gotta say it twice (I don't say it twice)
She gon' make me say it twice, oh, yeah (make me say it twice)
She bad, bad (she bad)
She lit, lit (ooh)
She poppin', poppin' (ballin')
She thick, thick (oh, yeah)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Aubrey Robinson, Derrick Gray, Kendall Bailey, Kevin Gilyard
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Walls Talking

Say, mike

Sometimes it's painful to relive the past

But sometimes you gotta relive the past in order to heal from it

(I just told richie we rich)

I'm him



I'm a prisoner in my own mind

I feel like these walls talkin' to me

I feel like these walls talkin' to me (in my own mind)

Prisoner in my own mind

I feel like these walls talkin' to me

I feel like these walls talkin' to me (in my own mind)

I'm a prisoner in my own mind

I feel like these walls talkin' to me

I feel like these walls talkin' to me (in my own mind)

I'm a prisoner in my own mind

I feel like these walls talkin' to me

I feel like these walls talkin' to me (in my own mind)



I was young when my mama had me

Think I ran away from home 'bout the age of fifteen

Juvenile detention

Talked about behind my back by my family members

H-hurtful feeling bein' the black sheep every family visit

I'll admit it, bein' young, I made some bad decisions

Heart too big, I guess my loyalty got used against me

Learned to focus on myself, now I got tunnel vision

Kicked in my ass when I was down and went through hell to get back

Been to the group homes, I've been on lockdown and I've been upstate

Lived in a few homes, holdin' the block down, movin' this weight

Never spoke on this, they say that I murdered my best friend

It was just business, it wasn't personal, you know how the world is



I'm a prisoner in my own mind

I feel like these walls talkin' to me

I feel like these walls talkin' to me (in my own mind)

Prisoner in my own mind

I feel like these walls talkin' to me

I feel like these walls talkin' to me (in my own mind)

I'm a prisoner in my own mind

I feel like these walls talkin' to me

I feel like these walls talkin' to me (in my own mind)

I'm a prisoner in my own mind

I feel like these walls talkin' to me

I feel like these walls talkin' to me (in my own mind)

Get 'em, gates



I'm 'bout to clear my heart

Stand on the business and ain't ever fold

I got some uncles who killers (for real)

Who baggin' someone who ain't play by the code (yeah)

My favorite rapper my cousin (yeah)

I looked up to him ever since we was kids (for real)

Hope that he know that I love him

Guess all good things must come to an end

I know some industry niggas

And they never lived the way I lived

Sayin' I'm anti-social (what?)

I can't make you feel the way I feel (uh-huh)

Head up high, got great ideas

'Cause I got blackballed and they scared of me

I'll die for you if I care for you

I'ma ride for you, never change up, love



I'm a great friend, I'm just not friendly

And I'ma die for you if I care for you

I'ma ride for you, never change up, love

And I'll admit it, bein' young, I made some bad decisions

Heart too big, that's when my loyalty got used against me



I'm a prisoner in my own mind

I feel like these walls talkin' to me

I feel like these walls talkin' to me (in my own mind)

Prisoner in my own mind

I feel like these walls talkin' to me

I feel like these walls talkin' to me (in my own mind)

I'm a prisoner in my own mind

I feel like these walls talkin' to me

I feel like these walls talkin' to me (in my own mind)

I'm a prisoner in my own mind

I feel like these walls talkin' to me

I feel like these walls talkin' to me (in my own mind)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jaucquez Lowe, Kendall Bailey, Kevin Gilyard, Tony Son
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Let It Go

Got your hair and nails fixed, you legit with it
I see that you done got cocky, throw a fit with it
I say I bet you can't do it with some dick in you
Huh, huh, dick in you, love

Let it go, let it go
If the ho wanna ho, then let it go
Let it go, let it go
If the ho wanna ho, then let it go
Now let it go, let it go
If the ho wanna ho, then let it go
Let it go, let it go
If the ho wanna ho, then let it go

I started off tryna be a lover
In a world full of lollipops, I am not just another sucker
I'm a man, I admit, I was lovin' on her
'Nother man with some chips started touchin' on her
Tears rollin' down my eyes, I was dyin' inside
But I got myself together and I got my bag up
Now baby, you can have my number, welcome to the fan club
I'ma give you a lil' money when you toot that ass up
Heart frozen in the summer, got a rubber band crush
I'ma drill you with some lumber while I grab your hair, love
You know when daddy work the muscle, it be hard to stand up
Gotta get back to my hustle, then I pull my pants up

Let it go, let it go
If the ho wanna ho, then let it go
Let it go, let it go
If the ho wanna ho, then let it go
Now let it go, let it go
If the ho wanna ho, then let it go
Let it go, let it go
If the ho wanna ho, then let it go

Ay, party nonstop 'cause the cash got big
Heard shorty got shot, that's why her ass not here
Laid in the hospital with her grandma and them
You ain't gotta call the cops, just her ass got did (Hold up)
Same old titties with some brand new hips
Still want a handout, ain't got her attitude fixed
Did a, did a few tricks for some brand new kicks
Did a split for the rent, but the bag ain't real

I am turnt, I am turnt and I sell a lot of work
Breadwinner cartel, come on, make your body work
I am turnt, I am turnt and I sell a lot of work
Breadwinner cartel, come on, make your body work

Let it go, let it go
If the ho wanna ho, then let it go
Let it go, let it go
If the ho wanna ho, then let it go
Now let it go, let it go
If the ho wanna ho, then let it go
Let it go, let it go
If the ho wanna ho, then let it go

I need a bitch with her waist small (with her waist small)
She gon' make a nigga's dick stand way tall (way tall)
I need a bitch with her waist small
She gon' make a nigga's dick stand way tall, Lord
I said pimp and ho-in', this the best goin'
Ghetto renegades, yeah, they tryna infiltrate (infiltrate)
I need a twelve-month run 'fore I call you my girl (My girl)
I am bougie out in public, I won't tell you, "Hi," girl ("Hi," girl)
I will hit you and dismiss you quickly, tell you, "Bye," girl ("Bye," girl)
Yellow bitch, black bitch, but I love the white girl (but I love the white girl)

I am turnt, I am turnt and I sell a lot of work
Breadwinner cartel, come on, make your body work

Let it go, let it go
If the ho wanna ho, then let it go
Let it go, let it go
If the ho wanna ho, then let it go
Now let it go, let it go
If the ho wanna ho, then let it go
Let it go, let it go
If the ho wanna ho, then let it go
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Writer: Albert Vance, Donald Davis, Harvey Scales, Jeffrey Thompkins, Kevin Briggs, Kevin Gilyard, Vincent Watson
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Face Down

Damn, Chose, beat this up
She always tell me that she mad, then I touch her soul
She always tell me that we done and then she touch her toes
They always tell her she should leave, she tell 'em they don't know
She say she can't take no more and turn around and take some more

Face down, make-up sex (make-up sex)
Dick so good, she ignore my texts (know what's up)
And she show up on my steps, she like, "where it's at?" (like, what up?)
Tell her bend it over, I'm gon' break her back (yeah, yeah)
Face down, make-up sex (love the sex)
Choke her while I f*ck her, she in love with that (love)
Grippin' on her waist, I make her bust it back, wind
She keep her face down, (down) face down

I tell the truth, if that's a problem, go find you a yes man (right)
Please don't blame me for the problems you had with the next man
(Cleared for departure)
Need to make up your mind 'fore the jet land
You know I'm fly, pass you by, it ain't hard to get jetlag
Stuck in my ways, over the phone you talkin' sideways (hello)
Up in my face, want me to park this dick in your driveway (right)
Pullin' your hair, you callin' me, "daddy," huh, know it's a cryin' shame
Sex too hard, show no remorse when you makin' that cryin' face (yes, Lord)

Face down, make-up sex (make-up sex)
Dick so good, she ignore my texts (know what's up)
And she show up on my steps, she like, "where it's at?" (like, what up?)
Tell her bend it over, I'm gon' break her back (yeah, yeah)
Face down, make-up sex (love the sex)
Choke her while I f*ck her, she in love with that (love)
Grippin' on her waist, I make her bust it back, wind
She keep her face down, (down) face down

I bite your cheeks with my teeth, then (kiss) the top of your ass-crack (your ass-crack)
Bend you over, kiss the top of your shoulders, gettin' your ass smacked
I nibble the back of your neck and lick in your ear, you knowin' I'm here
Not too loud 'cause you got neighbors around, but I want 'em to hear
Bae, I love the face you makin' when I'm in your stomach in front of the mirror (ay)
And we had an argument, I'm solvin' it when I rip from the rear
I'll eat your clit out from behind, I crack a smile, a chandelier
You shot the text, applyin' pressure, Breadwinner atmosphere

Face down, make-up sex (make-up sex)
Dick so good, she ignore my texts (know what's up)
And she show up on my steps, she like, "where it's at?" (like, what up?)
Tell her bend it over, I'm gon' break her back (yeah, yeah)
Face down, make-up sex (love the sex)
Choke her while I f*ck her, she in love with that (love)
Grippin' on her waist, I make her bust it back, wind
She keep her face down, (down) face down

DJ Chose
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Writer: Kevin Gilyard, Norman Payne
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Push It

Niggas be talking like this shit easy or something, ya heard me
(They do)
Nah nigga, I make this shit look easy, ya heard me

See, sometimes people think they can be you
Better than you could be you
Every time they tear you down, I'ma build you the f*ck back up, nigga

Took a lot of losses, had to bounce back
She got ass, love it when it bounce back
Came back strong, had to bounce back
Applying pressure, watch a nigga bounce back
Huh, huh, push it
Up all in his face and he think that I'm pushing
Like what we got talk about? Ain't shit to talk about
I put the calls on these niggas, I call 'em out
Huh, huh, push it, yeah
Huh, huh, push it
I'm in his face and he think that I'm pushing
Major mistake if you thinkin' I'm pussy, yeah
Huh, huh, push it
Huh, huh, push it
I'm in his face and he think that I'm pushing
Major mistake if you thinkin' I'm pussy, yeah

252 on the digi', I'm still in the kitchen
I'm cookin' a four and a half
Pyrex the yola, I add a lil' soda it bubble, I double to 500 grams
My junky a tester, say, "How may I help ya?"
I blessed him, my guess is he just need a lil' blast
Not a good looker, but she a good hooker
And I'm about to turn me some trash into cash
Water just gushed out her mouth and her pussy
She need some more cushion, went and bought her some ass
Secret compartments, Toyota Corolla
I'm hopin' the low don't get caught on the slab
Nothing impossible, had a few obstacles
Right back to clocking like I never left
My windows is tinted, my mouth and my watch go to hitting
While grippin' the wheel in my 'Vette

I'm in two lanes, whip is insane, I had to take off the brain
I got some change, trap with two names, on the Blackberry doin' my thing
I been pushing them thangs
Pushing it, pushing it, pushing it, pushing it, pushing it
I been doing my thang
Pushing it, pushing it, pushing it, pushing it, pushing it, pushing it

Took a lot of losses, had to bounce back
She got ass, love it when it bounce back
Came back strong, had to bounce back
Applying pressure, watch a nigga bounce back
Huh, huh, push it
Up all in his face and he think that I'm pushing
Like what we got talk about? Ain't shit to talk about
I put the calls on these niggas, I call 'em out
Huh, huh, push it, yeah
Huh, huh, push it
I'm in his face and he think that I'm pushing
Major mistake if you thinkin' I'm pussy, yeah
Huh, huh, push it
Huh, huh, push it
I'm in his face and he think that I'm pushing
Major mistake if you thinkin' I'm pussy, yeah

I got my shirt off, dropping the work off
On Carolina controlling the spot
12 in the section, harassing pedestrians
Catching a sell, they patrolling, it's hot
If I get arrested, my bail could be set at whatever
Go right back and open up shop
Emit The Jeweler come sit in my section
It look like Lil' Kevin wrist flooded with rocks
I cut on the faucet, I'm really retarded
I bought a lil' water, not spillin' a drop
You gotta be cautious, I'm clutching, you crossin' us
Pump put a permanent scar in your top
Bought a new freak, she got a big head like Rihanna
It's cute, I'm not takin' a shot
Designer my closet, pick up a deposit
On Michigan Ave. when I chill in the Chi

I'm in two lanes, whip is insane, I had to take off the brain
I got some change, trap with two names, on the Blackberry doin' my thing
I been pushing them thangs
Pushing it, pushing it, pushing it, pushing it, pushing it
I been doing my thang
Pushing it, pushing it, pushing it, pushing it, pushing it, pushing it

Took a lot of losses, had to bounce back
She got ass, love it when it bounce back
Came back strong, had to bounce back
Applying pressure, watch a nigga bounce back
Huh, huh, push it
Up all in his face and he think that I'm pushing
Like what we got talk about? Ain't shit to talk about
I put the calls on these niggas, I call 'em out
Huh, huh, push it, yeah
Huh, huh, push it
I'm in his face and he thinkin' I'm pushing
Major mistake if you thinkin' I'm pussy, yeah
Huh, huh, push it
Huh, huh, push it
I'm in his face and he thinkin' I'm pushing
Major mistake if you thinkin' I'm pussy, yeah
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Writer: Derrick Gray, Franklin Shadrack, John Murphy, Kevin Gilyard, Mike Arrow, Santeri Kauppinen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Have You Ever

This for all the niggas that come up out the real slums, you know?
You was wearin' your uniform maybe three weeks in a row, you heard me?
Yeah, it's stains on your shirt, you know?
Stains on your clothes, you heard me?
Real talk, projects

Have you ever been treated like you wasn't shit? (wasn't shit)
Backstabbed by the niggas you was f*ckin' with (f*ckin' with)
Laughed at by the niggas you was runnin' with (runnin' with)
Treated bad by a bitch 'cause you wasn't rich (wasn't rich)
Have you ever been treated like you wasn't shit? (wasn't shit)
Backstabbed by the niggas you was f*ckin' with (f*ckin' with)
Laughed at by the niggas you was runnin' with (runnin' with)
Treated bad by a bitch 'cause you wasn't rich (wasn't rich)

How many people had to walk and had to catch a ride? (what's up?)
The bus just passed by, but you wasn't there on time
The club just let out and you not even fly (damn)
The block just shut down, you gotta stay and grind
The streets know, somebody play, it be a homicide (boom, boom)
Unanswered prayers make you start to not believe in God (what?)
Good nigga, then she forced you to the evil side
No transportation, different cars for you to keep a job
Family tellin' you to pray, but you so sick and tired
Hard to hold your head up if you don't even try
In the ghetto where they celebrate when people die (What?)
But I believe in you, keep on reachin' for the sky

Have you ever been treated like you wasn't shit? (wasn't shit)
Backstabbed by the niggas you was f*ckin' with (f*ckin' with)
Laughed at by the niggas you was runnin' with (runnin' with)
Treated bad by a bitch 'cause you wasn't rich (wasn't rich)
Have you ever been treated like you wasn't shit? (wasn't shit)
Backstabbed by the niggas you was f*ckin' with (f*ckin' with)
Laughed at by the niggas you was runnin' with (runnin' with)
Treated bad by a bitch 'cause you wasn't rich (let's go, let's go)

Finally got on your shit, you graduated, you got your own spot (own spot)
Started off sellin' them nicks, you doin' your shit, went and got a whole block
Puttin' that dick on this lil' bitty bitch who did you wrong now
Brushed aluminum texture on your whip, your money strong now
Prepay, that's a flip, you caught a play, then put the phone down (what up?)
Who you gettin' out your body with? Look, turn your tone down
You ain't really with all that hyper shit, you pull that chrome out (that fire)
You drop fast, do the dash and hit the gas on 'em
Afghanistan with them racks, drop a bag on 'em
Turnin' nothin' into somethin', we gon' be alright
Went to Emit, spun some chips and now your dentures alright
Big body foreign, headlights

Have you ever been treated like you wasn't shit? (I'm not livin' like that?)
Backstabbed by the niggas you was f*ckin' with (what up? F*ckin' with)
Laughed at by the niggas you was runnin' with (runnin' with, kicked all in my ass)
Treated bad by a bitch 'cause you wasn't rich (wasn't rich) (you heard me? Yeah)
Have you ever been treated like you wasn't shit? (wasn't shit)
Backstabbed by the niggas you was f*ckin' with (f*ckin' with)
Laughed at by the niggas you was runnin' with (runnin' with)
Treated bad by a bitch 'cause you wasn't rich

Niggas sayin' I want it, I need it in my life, you heard me?
And it's like a nigga wait 'til they get in front a ho
And then get to tryna shit on me
Man, you could've gave me that in the car, dick, you heard me? Ay
And the Rollie bust down
And the Rollie bust down
And the Rollie bust down
And the Rollie bust down
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Writer: Kevin Gilyard, Danny Lee Snodgrass, Elias Iatrou, Colin Banagan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Pretend

What's the demonstration, beloved?
You well now?
Yes, ma'am, all well (Go Grizz)
Yes, ma'am, all well (Winners Circle)

Dick so good, make a bitch start stalking me
Pussy I jugg, now she won't stop calling me
Her boyfriend texting and I'm really not caring
She's really my girl, we was just sharing
We have an argument, she wan' know can we go out again?
Pull up in the foreign, lay the dick down again
She wan' see me pon the weekend, we no make promises
(Then she tell me that she love me, but it all sound pretend)

Can I feel on your booty? Lick on your pussy?
Grip on your booty? Spit on your pussy?
Caught a lil' break and we takin' off
Got a meetin' tomorrow with the A&R's
Fitness and wellness, you know how we comin'
Wake up, go jogging, and sprint to the money
I'm a don, I'm a gentleman
I do not indulge with the enemy
I don't want smoke, I ain't duckin' no smoke
And I'm bearin' arms, any incident
But any more being intimate
She'd've stayed there and never bent
Gave her dick and she got addicted
Baby, please get intervention
Stalking leads to a prison sentence
Good nigga, but I come from killing
Sometimes seek comfort in it
Kill the kitty, beat it up
Lay the pipe down, went between your legs
Can't move man in the bed
Put a hot towel in between your legs
But right now, get rest
I'ma run 'round, be back
In like a month and a half (I'm him)

Dick so good, make a bitch start stalking me
Pussy I jugg, now she won't stop calling me
Her boyfriend texting and I'm really not caring
She's really my girl, we was just sharing
We have an argument, she wan' know can we go out again?
Pull up in the foreign, lay the dick down again
She wan' see me pon the weekend, we no make promises
(Then she tell me that she love me, but it all sound pretend)

We have a spat and we breaking up
Pardon the body, we making up
You tell me don't hurt you, I say what's the purpose?
'Cause we 'bout to f*ck, we ain't making love
I'm a lil' nigga from 'round the corner
I wanted to be with you, being honest
People ain't like to see us together
A beautiful creature with a monster
Small waist, all ass, your lil' attitude bad
Jumpin' out a new Jag, flirtin', your lil' cute ass
Birkin, bought a new bag, and on the 'Gram, you entice
I wanna put it in your life, no, you not doing this for likes
I cannot change, all I know is one way
Ridin' around with no license plates, you wanna be involved
Solitude all my time today, I'm not receiving calls
You ain't gotta play no role at all (You just gon' be along)

Dick so good, make a bitch start stalking me
Pussy I jugg, now she won't stop calling me
Her boyfriend texting and I'm really not caring
She's really my girl, we was just sharing
We have an argument, she wan' know can we go out again?
Pull up in the foreign, lay the dick down again
She wan' see me pon the weekend, we no make promises
(Then she tell me that she love me, but it all sound pretend)

Put a hot towel in between your legs
But right now, get rest
Put a hot towel in between your legs
But right now, get rest
I'ma run 'round, be back
In like a month and a half
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jonathan Castaneda, Kevin Gilyard, Kevin Price
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




What I Like

Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff
Six7 on the beat
Ay

F*ckin' with hoes, that's what I like (I like)
Designer my clothes, that's what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that's what I like (Yeah)
Wrist on froze, that's what I like (I like)
Cop some ice like f*ck the price
F*ck your wifey with my wife
Foreign headlights, that's what I like
Foreign headlights, that's what I like
F*ckin' with hoes, that's what I like (I like)
Designer my clothes, that's what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that's what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that's what I like (I like)
Cop some ice like f*ck the price
F*ck your wifey with my wife
Foreign headlights, that's what I like
Foreign headlights, that's what I like

I got my nose up, hella fly, turnin' down sad bitches (for real)
Bae, if you agree with me, won't you go and say it with me? (all together)
On the count of three, we only like bad bitches
Drop the beat, one, two, three, we only like bad bitches
Boom, she got shot and didn't die, now her ass bigger
Breadwinner, rank getter, bands in here back flippin'
Diamonds hittin' harder than a bitch and they dance different
Baby, reach out to your baby, take a sip, she act different

F*ckin' with hoes, that's what I like (I like)
Designer my clothes, that's what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that's what I like (yeah)
Wrist on froze, that's what I like (I like)
Cop some ice like f*ck the price
F*ck your wifey with my wife
Foreign headlights, that's what I like
Foreign headlights, that's what I like
F*ckin' with hoes, that's what I like (I like)
Designer my clothes, that's what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that's what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that's what I like (I like)
Cop some ice like f*ck the price
F*ck your wifey with my wife
Foreign headlights, that's what I like
Foreign headlights, that's what I like

I ain't even mean to flex (excuse me)
You ain't even seen this shit (exclusive)
Walkin' out, Neimans bags (we coolin')
(Hello? Excuse me)
Say, let me take this call, lil' booty
We could just walk to the car, lil' booty
Still on the line with my, uh, lil' booty
Still goin' hard, I ball (big hoopin')
Out of town, couple traps jumpin'
Road runner, keep the pack touching
When the rap slow, keep the sack coming
Drop a hashtag and get at something
Luca Brasi, what you mean, love?
Gold teeth with a mean mug
To a street nigga, it don't mean much
I bust down, got it blinged up

F*ckin' with hoes, that's what I like (I like)
Designer my clothes, that's what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that's what I like (yeah)
Wrist on froze, that's what I like (I like)
Cop some ice like f*ck the price
F*ck your wifey with my wife
Foreign headlights, that's what I like
Foreign headlights, that's what I like
F*ckin' with hoes, that's what I like (I like)
Designer my clothes, that's what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that's what I like (I like)
Wrist on froze, that's what I like (I like)
Cop some ice like f*ck the price
F*ck your wifey with my wife
Foreign headlights, that's what I like
Foreign headlights, that's what I like
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Writer: Daremy Steptoe, Jaucquez Lowe, Jefferson Ogendi, Kevin Gilyard
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Funny How

Yung Lan on the track
That's how these hoes do, bro
When shit don't go, man
They gon' jump whatever dick jumpin' at the time, you heard me?

You know I find it funny how, you was actin' funny 'round me
Wouldn't let me touch you, wow, think I'm disgustin'
Know I probably wasn't gettin' enough money, ouch
I had to buckle down
You my motivation, you the reason why I hustle now
You know I find it funny how, you not actin' funny now
My name ringin' money, power, showin' off your body now
Dancin' to my music, loud, every show you in the crowd
Textin' me and tellin' me I'm daddy, want me to love you down

Bitch, I coulda been like Chance the Rapper
Penitentiary chances, I took a chance at rappin'
Black sheep of the family
Everything I touched would turn to shit
Nobody proud of me
Consistently a f*ck up like a black cloud was surrounding me
Niggas I was loyal to, behind my back they clownin' me
I was really diggin' this lil' bitch and she skipped out on me
With this NFL nigga, she went out of town on me
Shoutout to the disbelievers, 'preciate you for doubtin' me
When that shit happened with this one, you went put that in the hood
But they both know what's happenin' with me, I eat that pussy good
You exposed yourself and now it's shit you'll never know 'bout
Come to the Chi, get outta line, you get your brains blowed out

You know I find it funny how, you was actin' funny 'round me
Wouldn't let me touch you, wow, think I'm disgustin'
Know I probably wasn't gettin' enough money, ouch
I had to buckle down
You my motivation, you the reason why I hustle now
You know I find it funny how, you not actin' funny now
My name ringin' money, power, showin' off your body now
Dancin' to my music, loud, every show you in the crowd
Textin' me and tellin' me I'm daddy, want me to love you down

You know I'm platinum, I got status on some hood shit
You know I wish I could not see through all your bullshit
You know I wish it could be us, we could good with it
I done took off, a thousand miles past hood rich
I ain't forget where I came from, we was in them trenches
I can't forget all my day ones, know I miss you niggas
You did me dirty, now I got you niggas in your feelings
I'm in the booty club, throwin' money at the strippers
Yeah, hey
I don't know how, I don't know how to turn down (say look, it retarded)
God sent me an angel when he sent me Dreka
Held it down while in a drought, we made 'em all believers

You know I find it funny how, you was actin' funny 'round me
Wouldn't let me touch you, wow, think I'm disgustin'
Know I probably wasn't gettin' enough money, ouch
I had to buckle down
You my motivation, you the reason why I hustle now
You know I find it funny how, you not actin' funny now
My name ringin' money, power, showin' off your body now
Dancin' to my music, loud, every show you in the crowd
Textin' me and tellin' me I'm daddy, want me to love you down

Ay
Don't let me catch you niggas standin' there, uh
I was 'posed to be your baby, I was 'posed to be your baby, huh
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Writer: Kevin Gilyard, Milan Modi
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Betta For You

Say, Islah (Trenchwerk)
Know I love you so much, and (XL Eagle made it)
My baby, and I just
I want you to know this shit, you heard me? No matter what
Nard & B

It seem like every day you growin', I'm like wow
I love to see you smile, bae, it kill me when you cry
I wish I could hide you from the world but I know I
Can't stop none of this pain you 'bout to feel 'cause I'm not God
Bae, I wish I could be better for you, better for you
Bae, I wish I could be better for you, better for you
Baby, one day I'll be better for you, better for you
Baby, one day I'll be better for you, better for you, baby

Your mother had you water birthed and I skipped out, I was scared
I was afraid to be a failure, prayed my faith would prevail
I came back, you had an attitude, you was young but you knew
90 days back in BR, then I decided I'm through
I'm in the streets and I'm sippin', can't lay down on my children
Went back to jail after your birthday, I went in on a Monday
In compliance with my agent, they detained me for nothing
God must've saved me from something, maybe myself and my money
Obtained some wealth and quit hustling, now I'm doing it with music
Safe to say I'm flying smarter by the way I'm raising my daughter
Hope you meet a man that's thoughtful that remind you of your father
I take as much of your pain as I can whenever you call

Seem like every day you growin', I'm like wow
I love to see you smile, bae, it kill me when you cry
I wish I could hide you from the world but I know I
Can't stop none of this pain you 'bout to feel 'cause I'm not God
Bae, I wish I could be better for you, better for you
Bae, I wish I could be better for you, better for you
Baby, one day I'll be better for you, better for you
Baby, one day I'll be better for you, better for you, baby

Your Uncle Mazi died, I know you're starting to realize what that mean
Magic on Monday just for wings, ride around and sip lean
Studios and gas stations every day, this just me
I tell you bye, I watch you cry 'cause you ain't want me to leave
I bring a sack, we sit there, run through that together
We so much alike, you sensitive, that mean be careful
Stand on what I taught you, bae, respect yourself forever
Make your own decisions, we all got feelings
Some people gon' ruffle your feathers
Your brother, make sure he protect you
And I mean it, make sure you protected
A few storms you gon' have to weather
While it's goin', might seem like forever
It only last for a matter of seconds
Stay strong how you get a blessing
Stay humble, not ever neglectful
Love you, just one of them lessons

It seem like every day you growin', I'm like wow
I love to see you smile, bae, it kill me when you cry
I wish I could hide you from the world but I know I
Can't stop none of this pain you 'bout to feel 'cause I'm not God
Bae, I wish I could be better for you, better for you
Bae, I wish I could be better for you, better for you
Baby, one day I'll better for you, better for you
Baby, one day I'll better for you, better for you, baby

Trenchwerk
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Brandon Rackley, James Rosser, Kevin Gilyard, Kim Candilora, Trevon Campbell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




Fly Again

Back against the wall, what do you hold onto? (Yung Lan on the track)
I know it's something that we all go through
Just aim for yours
When it rains, it pours
I'll learn how to fly again

Painful game, I made mistakes, but I ain't never tell on nobody
They called me names, I fell on my face, I started sellin' narcotics
Thrown in crosses, took some losses, never complained, I went got it
I thought I would be Muhammad Ali, but I didn't make it with boxing
Defied the odds, went got me a job, but they wasn't paying me proper
Rap game passed me lots of times, I never hate on nobody
I'm a gangster, my heart colder than Chicago
This black Impala just put bullets in my car door

Lord know my heart and I got so much love to give
He who tries gotta die, put on murder gloves for him, yeah
Lord know my heart and I got so much love to give
He who tries gotta die, put on murder gloves for him, yeah

Back against the wall, what do you hold onto?
I know it's something that we all go through
Just aim for yours
When it rains, it pours
I'll learn how to fly again

I was born a prince
The supreme council had advised against this
But I was in love, and I followed my heart

No getting used to living a human life (uh-uh)
May sound stupid, I'm not human, but I'm human-like (right)
My skin glow in the dark, it's only safe for me to move at night
Sometimes my eyes turn black while in the pale moonlight (I got you)
I'm your guardian angel (Who?), and it translates into Kevin (Kevin)
No love like mine, another lifetime, we used to be together (we used to be together)
It hurt my heart to see you hurt, in desperate need of affection
Gave up my wings and fell in love, was 'posed to be your protector
Love somebody else, you broke my heart and it's just not getting better
The angels telling me that God won't let me back into Heaven
Bae, I'm tired of playing games with you
I know inside, you feel the same way too
We the reciprocal of one another, come from the same star
We got the same Os under our nose and we got the same scars
LA Fitness, wasn't surprised at all, we driving the same car
Same mall, shopping on impulse, I don't find it odd
Breadwinner, moving them kilos 'round, I'ma supply the raw
Great pretenders, we on the Instagram actin' like we not involved

Back against the wall, what do you hold onto?
I know it's something that we all go through
Just aim for yours
When it rains, it pours
I'll learn how to fly again
I'll learn how to fly again
I'll learn how to fly again
I'll learn how to fly again
I'll learn how to fly again

Your majesty
The royal court's decision is respected
And it's entirely part of Breadwinner world court and executive style
But we both know our exercise of passionate speech
By fluctuation of tone and pitch
May have aroused unwanted recollections of negative occurrences
But no harm would've ever come to one
Possessing royal blood from dying on hand
For as we move in the signs of love, true peace, freedom, and justice
Only he that draws his sword shall be met with brute force
If you would've decreed that matter saying we were cleared for departure
I would've threw it all away
And accepted whatever ridicule or consequence behind my actions
For I believe in our love
And one day maybe in this eternity or another
You'll see yourself for what I know you to be
A queen
If you ever need me for anything, this line never changes
Such is my love for you
For you are me, and I am you
I'm in love with you
The short moments we shared will forever be appreciated
I never withheld anything from you
Because my heart rests securely with you
I know you'd never do me a bitch ass thing
My heart will forever hurt to be in your arms
But at least we both know I'm willing to die for my beliefs
'Cause I've died for you before
And regret it not
For I did it all for the glory of love
In closing
I remain the same, I come as I leave
Upright, independent, and fearless
We just both good at pretending
I love you forever
Prince Salahudin
Prince Salahudin (Yyeah)
Prince Salahudin
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Kevin Jerome Gilyard
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




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I'm Him (His Imperial Majesty) is the second studio album by American rapper Kevin Gates. It was released on September 27, 2019, via Atlantic Records and Bread Winners' Association.

On January 10, 2018, Gates was released from prison. His return to social media saw him posting a picture with the phrase "I'm Him", many fans speculating it to be the title of his upcoming second album. On June 28, 2019, Gates announced the album along with the release of the album's lead single "Push It", with "I'm Him" as the official album title. On September 17, Gates announced the release date on social media. I'm Him served as his second studio album, following his debut album in early 2016. The album follows four months after May 2019's Only the Generals Gon Understand EP.

I'm Him debuted at number four on the US Billboard 200 chart, earning 72,000 album-equivalent units (of which 10,000 were pure album sales) in its first week. This became Gates' fourth US top 10 album. On June 10, 2020, the album was certified gold by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) for combined sales and album-equivalent units of over 500,000 units in the United States.
Performed By: Kevin Gates
Genre(s): Hip hop
Length: 49:00
Released: September 27th, 2019
Year: 2019

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