1Hot, Kevin Gates - Kevin Gates lyrics
Kevin Gates [Kevin Jerome Gilyard] Baton Rouge, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[1Hot, Kevin Gates - Kevin Gates lyrics]
I’ve been betrayed and never lost
Fuck it I can get it on my own
Niggas getting caught up on the phone
I know how to weather through the storms
I could grind and get the money long
Long go get it I could leave it alone
I go to jail today I’m left alone
The plug love me I knew you long gone
Niggas will run with me to
Say they hung with me they not one hunnin
Broke and we didn’t have nothing to eat
But found some way and we
Got with a real nigga
Remember when we was young
And fighting over crumbs
Now we control the slums 40 with the drums
(40 with the drums)
I remember when we was just
We were trying to see some shit
While niggas were on some beefing shit
I was busy trying to be some shit
Stay up trying to tell myself but
Boy now you straight boy
I’m going to leave this shit
Told my momma I’m about to drop with gates
She can’t believe this shit
A lot of niggas played me on the low
I had to eat some shit lost Key be my label
Told my brother we gone eat with this
Play me a nigga gone bleed for this
It’s coming and I seen this shit
Went from catching them buses
To them foreigns ain’t no keys in this
All I know is keep it real
Ain’t never been in no fake shit
I done been in the back before
Ain’t never been on no hate shit
Lord knows I been broke before
So now we make that paper flip
Use to be on my dick
Now me and the plug got a relationship
I swear to godddd
I’ve been betrayed and never lost
Fuck it I can get it on my own
Niggas getting caught up on the phone
I know how to work through the storms
I could grind and get the money long
Long go get it I could leave it alone
I go to jail and damn left it alone
The plug love me I knew you long gone
Niggas what to run with me to
Say they run with me they not one hunnin
Broke and we didn’t have nothing to eat
But found some way and we
Got with a real nigga
Remember when we was young
And fighting over crumbs
Now we control the slums 40 with the drums
(40 with the drums)
Beg the lord forgive me
Killing came with ghetto vision
I know the angels with me
I’m not one for superstition
BWA hard to name a nigga flyer now
Your bitch just fell in love
With the neighborhood supplier now
No more beans no more ice
Brainstorming on the flight
Not the flight that caught my wings
In in the trenches selling white
I’m not focus on your women you
Could keep her she ain’t right
Bread Winner Ron grab the money
Count it lick it right take the pain away
Dog food in syringes take the pain away
Don’t believe still here
I’m so rich I’m going away
Don’t believe the snitchin
Your bitch just fell in love
But I'm fresh out of trust
I’ve been betrayed and never lost
Fuck it I can get it on my own
Niggas getting caught up on the phone
I know how to work through the storms
I could grind and get the money long
Long go get it I could leave it alone
I go to jail and damn left it alone
The plug love me I knew you long gone
Niggas what to run with me to
Say they run with me they not one hunnin
Broke and we didn’t have nothing to eat
But found some way and we
Got with a real nigga
Remember when we was young
And fighting over crumbs
Now we control the slums 40 with the drums
(40 with the drums)
Fuck it I can get it on my own
Niggas getting caught up on the phone
I know how to weather through the storms
I could grind and get the money long
Long go get it I could leave it alone
I go to jail today I’m left alone
The plug love me I knew you long gone
Niggas will run with me to
Say they hung with me they not one hunnin
Broke and we didn’t have nothing to eat
But found some way and we
Got with a real nigga
Remember when we was young
And fighting over crumbs
Now we control the slums 40 with the drums
(40 with the drums)
I remember when we was just
We were trying to see some shit
While niggas were on some beefing shit
I was busy trying to be some shit
Stay up trying to tell myself but
Boy now you straight boy
I’m going to leave this shit
Told my momma I’m about to drop with gates
She can’t believe this shit
A lot of niggas played me on the low
I had to eat some shit lost Key be my label
Told my brother we gone eat with this
Play me a nigga gone bleed for this
It’s coming and I seen this shit
Went from catching them buses
To them foreigns ain’t no keys in this
All I know is keep it real
Ain’t never been in no fake shit
I done been in the back before
Ain’t never been on no hate shit
Lord knows I been broke before
So now we make that paper flip
Use to be on my dick
Now me and the plug got a relationship
I swear to godddd
I’ve been betrayed and never lost
Fuck it I can get it on my own
Niggas getting caught up on the phone
I know how to work through the storms
I could grind and get the money long
Long go get it I could leave it alone
I go to jail and damn left it alone
The plug love me I knew you long gone
Niggas what to run with me to
Say they run with me they not one hunnin
Broke and we didn’t have nothing to eat
But found some way and we
Got with a real nigga
Remember when we was young
And fighting over crumbs
Now we control the slums 40 with the drums
(40 with the drums)
Beg the lord forgive me
Killing came with ghetto vision
I know the angels with me
I’m not one for superstition
BWA hard to name a nigga flyer now
Your bitch just fell in love
With the neighborhood supplier now
No more beans no more ice
Brainstorming on the flight
Not the flight that caught my wings
In in the trenches selling white
I’m not focus on your women you
Could keep her she ain’t right
Bread Winner Ron grab the money
Count it lick it right take the pain away
Dog food in syringes take the pain away
Don’t believe still here
I’m so rich I’m going away
Don’t believe the snitchin
Your bitch just fell in love
But I'm fresh out of trust
I’ve been betrayed and never lost
Fuck it I can get it on my own
Niggas getting caught up on the phone
I know how to work through the storms
I could grind and get the money long
Long go get it I could leave it alone
I go to jail and damn left it alone
The plug love me I knew you long gone
Niggas what to run with me to
Say they run with me they not one hunnin
Broke and we didn’t have nothing to eat
But found some way and we
Got with a real nigga
Remember when we was young
And fighting over crumbs
Now we control the slums 40 with the drums
(40 with the drums)