Kevin Gates - Hard To Sleep lyrics
Kevin Gates [Kevin Jerome Gilyard] Baton Rouge, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kevin Gates - Hard To Sleep lyrics]
Damn, Sheff, you made this?
Hmm, oh, I'm out my mind
I ain't even gon' write this
(Ayy, YB help hype him up, bro)
I don't know what I'm 'bout
To say on that bitch, but I
Since there's somethin' wrong
All this pain on me
I been thinkin' 'bout Killa Stone
In that Range Rover tellin' lies to my mama
Think I'm stayin' sober on that Don Abraham
I ain't been staying sober
It been hard for me to sleep
I ain't been takin' Somas
Dead bodies on my top
And they been playin' on me
Gave a lot of niggas my love
And they been playin' on me
They been imitatin' my swag
But they can't stand on it
I done got back in my bag
I been stayin' focused
And if yo' bitch get in my presence
She get a good aroma
Know I'm fully fuckin' focused
And we fully loaded
Airbnb's that I own, but I rent from myself
I was into property at sixteen
My niggas laughed at me
I got a daycare and a car
Lot and they laughed at me
I got a Starbucks in Boteni
Ask me how I'ma make money
Now they wanna consult with me on
Alternate ways for to make money
I really hustle, I'm really thuggin'
2329 Carolina, buckin'
Shot a pussy nigga in his face
Miss Connie ain't say nothin'
Every time I'm in the section
Pull up and bless her with somethin'
I was twelve in Louisiana
Out here with Big London
No matter how much wrong I did
Miss Mary never judged me
The secret to my heart
She hide the dope and don't say nothin'
Butch and Shawday's son that died
I cried a lot of tears
God blessed me with a son
So I named Khaza after him
Can't complain' about the hand
So we gon' play the card they give
Bread Winner top and bottom, nigga
Know the way we built
You can't name somebody who done played
With Brasi that ain't get killed
Unless there was fam' love or somethin'
You heard me? You know
And that wasn't really serious, you know
You got to do me somethin'
You can't just be talkin', you heard?
You got to do me somethin'
Sneak me in jail, I'ma kill yo' family
Make it look like an accident
By the way it happened years later
I get bored sometime and make shit happen
I ain't just rappin', once I bow my head
Everybody get to business
I got on my knees and
Ask the Lord for forgiveness
Want to keep me from, sinnin'
Baby? You should mind your business
I got a new bitch
And sometime relationship's toxic
Hate when we be arguin'
Love, when makin' love, my dick toxic
If you just talkin' and ain't doin' shit
You spit-boxin'
Cool, calm, collected in presence
Ain't no kickboxin'
Big ol' player, your old lady wanna sit by me
Watch from Denver
Colorado got my wrist rocky
Pray for humbleness
Sometimes I tend to get cocky
Another shipment just came in and
I been gettin' it, yeah
Any problem I encounter, I could fix it, yeah
I got partners doin' time, wish
I could fix it, yeah
Hmm, oh, I'm out my mind
I ain't even gon' write this
(Ayy, YB help hype him up, bro)
I don't know what I'm 'bout
To say on that bitch, but I
Since there's somethin' wrong
All this pain on me
I been thinkin' 'bout Killa Stone
In that Range Rover tellin' lies to my mama
Think I'm stayin' sober on that Don Abraham
I ain't been staying sober
It been hard for me to sleep
I ain't been takin' Somas
Dead bodies on my top
And they been playin' on me
Gave a lot of niggas my love
And they been playin' on me
They been imitatin' my swag
But they can't stand on it
I done got back in my bag
I been stayin' focused
And if yo' bitch get in my presence
She get a good aroma
Know I'm fully fuckin' focused
And we fully loaded
Airbnb's that I own, but I rent from myself
I was into property at sixteen
My niggas laughed at me
I got a daycare and a car
Lot and they laughed at me
I got a Starbucks in Boteni
Ask me how I'ma make money
Now they wanna consult with me on
Alternate ways for to make money
I really hustle, I'm really thuggin'
2329 Carolina, buckin'
Shot a pussy nigga in his face
Miss Connie ain't say nothin'
Every time I'm in the section
Pull up and bless her with somethin'
I was twelve in Louisiana
Out here with Big London
No matter how much wrong I did
Miss Mary never judged me
The secret to my heart
She hide the dope and don't say nothin'
Butch and Shawday's son that died
I cried a lot of tears
God blessed me with a son
So I named Khaza after him
Can't complain' about the hand
So we gon' play the card they give
Bread Winner top and bottom, nigga
Know the way we built
You can't name somebody who done played
With Brasi that ain't get killed
Unless there was fam' love or somethin'
You heard me? You know
And that wasn't really serious, you know
You got to do me somethin'
You can't just be talkin', you heard?
You got to do me somethin'
Sneak me in jail, I'ma kill yo' family
Make it look like an accident
By the way it happened years later
I get bored sometime and make shit happen
I ain't just rappin', once I bow my head
Everybody get to business
I got on my knees and
Ask the Lord for forgiveness
Want to keep me from, sinnin'
Baby? You should mind your business
I got a new bitch
And sometime relationship's toxic
Hate when we be arguin'
Love, when makin' love, my dick toxic
If you just talkin' and ain't doin' shit
You spit-boxin'
Cool, calm, collected in presence
Ain't no kickboxin'
Big ol' player, your old lady wanna sit by me
Watch from Denver
Colorado got my wrist rocky
Pray for humbleness
Sometimes I tend to get cocky
Another shipment just came in and
I been gettin' it, yeah
Any problem I encounter, I could fix it, yeah
I got partners doin' time, wish
I could fix it, yeah