Kevin Gates - Intro (Murder For Hire ) lyrics

Reportin' live from the top of
The mixtape food chain ha ha ha ha ha
I still see you little niggas down there
Prayin' and hopin' this shit and
You better kiss my crown, nigga
I raised you little niggas
Kevin Gates, DJ Holiday, my summer

Out my top, motherfuck that
Shit, street nigga, not a gangbanger
In the hood, niggas bang daily
Caught 'caine-slangin' was a game changer
Thank God nobody shot
Stanky, Carolina Street, me and Spanky
Pit bulls in the yard
Luca murder streak goin' hard
Boulevard Mel on a call
I'm about to buy the boulevard
Mayonnaise jars full of boilin' water
Watch it melt down to the hard
Lil quick, say he whooped a charge
I got mocha, give me it wit' the fall
Nigga touch juice, they got to fall
But this Sicko, I want to see 'em ball
Twenty-fives bouncin' off the wall
Straight-up player, amazin', I'm a dog
Fronted Madd Marvin, that's a nine
Cedric Tesco on the line
Told Birdman, 'I don't get tired', he say
'It's too much at one time'
Young and thuggin', really came from nothin'
I just want to see my niggas shine

Believe that, you know, me and Bryan Johnson
We in the room talkin'
I was still in the street
'Round the time I first had
Colin jump the deal
You heard me? He said that me
Don't get a nigga all that i'm like, 'Shit
My little nigga come form nothin'
I want to see him shine (Turn up)

Face card worth a million
Breadwinners in the buildin'
All a rapper got to do is play wit'
Me and it's 'bout to be a killin'
Fuck wit' niggas on the murder team
Homicide division, murder scene
Industry been fucked up wit' me
Rap game I been murderin'
Fuck-nigga, you a hater
Behold fillet with the table
Just told Luci I'm a gangsta
Step game somethin' major
Jumpin' on the phone, he out Abbeville, nigga
() and I'm slangin' oscar Givins, you a real
Nigga, Breadwinner Gang, no changin'
Hit Jonesboro wit' Jamalo Lee, hold up
Let me give a illustration
Oscar get it in, work release
Say the wrong thing, he'll stank you
Demonstration, Billy Gateses, extra big dog
Why he fakin'? You a real nigga, nigga died
You won't even look me in the eyes
Nigga, pussy all in your eyes
Yeah, I said it, what, you surprised?
My momma know I done killed niggas
Nigga been ready for the died