Kevin Gates - Crazy lyrics
Kevin Gates [Kevin Jerome Gilyard] Baton Rouge, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kevin Gates - Crazy lyrics]
Come up through the struggle not
Too many get to tell got up and shook it off
Every time we ever failed
(Why do we fall? So we can learn
How to pick ourselves back up)
Transportation make you happy when your
Life’s a living hell sirens jump behind us
Praying we don't go to jail
Window skimp, two attempts
Handing bands over seeko hit
Shot and missed 2 then stand over him
Bread Winner, huh? Look who in the building
Let me check my Instagram I
Might be at a million
Pissed on, you out ya mind, I'm out mine
Better not flinch wrong i’m on my grind
Rock supplying like the Flintstones
Reputation on the line and the clips long
They 9 to 5, slangin' nine you get blitzed on
(Bitch I want the only driver, Luca Brasi)
Bitch I'm papered up
Diamonds glistening, rocking feelings
I ain’t tapered up
Get on your shit, get out your feelings
Hatin’ fake as fuck
Some feel I’m trippin’ how I’m livin’
I can’t change it up
I’m a praying mane droppin’ change
Case spray shit up!
Might just be me I’m in the
Strippers ain't no breaking up
She talking reckless
Bitch whatever phone I’m hanging up
Dick so good can’t seem to keep
This bitch away from us
And me and Nook will fuck your
Bitch she wasn't made to love
Phone ringing while in a meeting
That’s my dog calling won’t point a finger
Give an order and they all stalking
Speech muted
Pressing pause no longer hearing voices
Became a boss
Couple cars I got steering choices
Said I was crazy
Wasn't goin be shit back in elementary
Bitches on my dick
Fresh steppin out McKinley
Hoop dreams never had em
Tryna to fetch a chicken say it's gangsta
There go Lump hanging out the window
Trying to rob me I got shot
Two weeks he expired nigga burnt ya truck
What up? Ain’t nobody die
Lil bright nigga came thru spitting
Wasn't no dumping back
D Dub got off, then got ripped up
You ain't fuck with that
We on our knees praying daily
God brung him back
Putting cookies in my daddy head
A fuckin rat
My daddy don't wanna sell me nun
Nook done brung the pack bone turned me up
Stroke got hit while he was with
Me now we clutching bad
And we riding round the bottom
With a bunch of strap
Mane we pull up on Buck, ya heard me
Me and Stroke in the car, ya heard me
I got the MAC-11 with the
Whisper thing on that bitch
You call my phone talking bout
"Mane what you doin' out?"
I say, "Mane God got me
My nuts hanging to the floor"
You was on speaker phone
Buck was right there on side me ya heard me
Bitch ass boy
Too many get to tell got up and shook it off
Every time we ever failed
(Why do we fall? So we can learn
How to pick ourselves back up)
Transportation make you happy when your
Life’s a living hell sirens jump behind us
Praying we don't go to jail
Window skimp, two attempts
Handing bands over seeko hit
Shot and missed 2 then stand over him
Bread Winner, huh? Look who in the building
Let me check my Instagram I
Might be at a million
Pissed on, you out ya mind, I'm out mine
Better not flinch wrong i’m on my grind
Rock supplying like the Flintstones
Reputation on the line and the clips long
They 9 to 5, slangin' nine you get blitzed on
(Bitch I want the only driver, Luca Brasi)
Bitch I'm papered up
Diamonds glistening, rocking feelings
I ain’t tapered up
Get on your shit, get out your feelings
Hatin’ fake as fuck
Some feel I’m trippin’ how I’m livin’
I can’t change it up
I’m a praying mane droppin’ change
Case spray shit up!
Might just be me I’m in the
Strippers ain't no breaking up
She talking reckless
Bitch whatever phone I’m hanging up
Dick so good can’t seem to keep
This bitch away from us
And me and Nook will fuck your
Bitch she wasn't made to love
Phone ringing while in a meeting
That’s my dog calling won’t point a finger
Give an order and they all stalking
Speech muted
Pressing pause no longer hearing voices
Became a boss
Couple cars I got steering choices
Said I was crazy
Wasn't goin be shit back in elementary
Bitches on my dick
Fresh steppin out McKinley
Hoop dreams never had em
Tryna to fetch a chicken say it's gangsta
There go Lump hanging out the window
Trying to rob me I got shot
Two weeks he expired nigga burnt ya truck
What up? Ain’t nobody die
Lil bright nigga came thru spitting
Wasn't no dumping back
D Dub got off, then got ripped up
You ain't fuck with that
We on our knees praying daily
God brung him back
Putting cookies in my daddy head
A fuckin rat
My daddy don't wanna sell me nun
Nook done brung the pack bone turned me up
Stroke got hit while he was with
Me now we clutching bad
And we riding round the bottom
With a bunch of strap
Mane we pull up on Buck, ya heard me
Me and Stroke in the car, ya heard me
I got the MAC-11 with the
Whisper thing on that bitch
You call my phone talking bout
"Mane what you doin' out?"
I say, "Mane God got me
My nuts hanging to the floor"
You was on speaker phone
Buck was right there on side me ya heard me
Bitch ass boy