Kevin Gates - By My Lonely lyrics
Kevin Gates [Kevin Jerome Gilyard] Baton Rouge, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kevin Gates - By My Lonely lyrics]
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)
Fuck 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'
Weight in 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)
Fuck 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 fuck '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)
Fuck nigga, I don't wanna be your homie
(For real)
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)
Fuck 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'
Weight in 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)
Fuck 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 fuck '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)
Fuck nigga, I don't wanna be your homie
(For real)