Kevin Gates - Not Really lyrics
Kevin Gates [Kevin Jerome Gilyard] Baton Rouge, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kevin Gates - Not Really lyrics]
Trust issues got me being cautious
Not friendly niggas rollin' swishas
Do I wanna hit it? Not really
Blood in the streets for any one of my niggas
I'm riding solo
I be strapped with that 9 milli
I'mma make you kill me
I'mma make you kill me
Baby I'm a different type or real
I can't make you feel me
Neva disrespect me, I'mma make you kill me
Maybe to police in my city
I'm already guilty
Judicate, the housing where I'm
Residing is boarded up
Don't go hard, go hard, go hard
Go hard in stores, at work, order up
Don't come up to talk to us for nothing
Exit is for rummy
Been here in the streets, I see police
They don't protect and serve
Hands on the badge of a bad one, stretch him
Make him hurt
Young niggas go berserk, he's in pain
Taking narcotics
Hearing sirens outside, found another body
Nobody ever give us, take it
Resort to robbin'
Education in the game which
Came from my reviving
While on the move, bumping Future
Ain't no way around it
While in School, caught up chasing
Loot, take a break, i doubt it
Nuts hanging to the floor
Nothing else to say about it
Trust issues got me being cautious
Not friendly niggas rollin' swishas
Do I wanna hit it? Not really
Blood in the streets for any one of my niggas
I'm riding solo
I be strapped with that 9 milli
I'mma make you kill me
I'mma make you kill me
Baby I'm a different type or real
I can't make you feel me
Neva disrespect me, I'mma make you kill me
Maybe to polices in my city
I'm already guilty
These things make it down block, Sound shots
Children make the news, small murders
That any town got
He just want some shoes, you fooled
You got around that
I don't like niggas who be
Talking out of turn
Solid object, gotta turn into profit
Feed my pocket
Fiber optic going brr-brick-bra-brrra
My type of violence
Live a hustla, die a gangsta
Why not move in silence?
I'm the original my self
Can't be no carbon copy
Switch lanes they come behind me
Pulling out on sideways
Now the Impalas rockin'
Braid with the auto cocker
Listen to Starlito
Other rappers are fuckin' liars
100 gang, come on fire, fire fire, fire
Trust issues got me being cautious
Not friendly niggas rollin' swishas
Do I wanna hit it? Not really
Blood in the streets for any one of my niggas
I'm riding solo
I be strapped with that 9 milli
I'mma make you kill me
I'mma make you kill me
Baby I'm a different type or real
I can't make you feel me
Neva disrespect me, I'mma make you kill me
Maybe to police in my city
I'm already guilty
Not friendly niggas rollin' swishas
Do I wanna hit it? Not really
Blood in the streets for any one of my niggas
I'm riding solo
I be strapped with that 9 milli
I'mma make you kill me
I'mma make you kill me
Baby I'm a different type or real
I can't make you feel me
Neva disrespect me, I'mma make you kill me
Maybe to police in my city
I'm already guilty
Judicate, the housing where I'm
Residing is boarded up
Don't go hard, go hard, go hard
Go hard in stores, at work, order up
Don't come up to talk to us for nothing
Exit is for rummy
Been here in the streets, I see police
They don't protect and serve
Hands on the badge of a bad one, stretch him
Make him hurt
Young niggas go berserk, he's in pain
Taking narcotics
Hearing sirens outside, found another body
Nobody ever give us, take it
Resort to robbin'
Education in the game which
Came from my reviving
While on the move, bumping Future
Ain't no way around it
While in School, caught up chasing
Loot, take a break, i doubt it
Nuts hanging to the floor
Nothing else to say about it
Trust issues got me being cautious
Not friendly niggas rollin' swishas
Do I wanna hit it? Not really
Blood in the streets for any one of my niggas
I'm riding solo
I be strapped with that 9 milli
I'mma make you kill me
I'mma make you kill me
Baby I'm a different type or real
I can't make you feel me
Neva disrespect me, I'mma make you kill me
Maybe to polices in my city
I'm already guilty
These things make it down block, Sound shots
Children make the news, small murders
That any town got
He just want some shoes, you fooled
You got around that
I don't like niggas who be
Talking out of turn
Solid object, gotta turn into profit
Feed my pocket
Fiber optic going brr-brick-bra-brrra
My type of violence
Live a hustla, die a gangsta
Why not move in silence?
I'm the original my self
Can't be no carbon copy
Switch lanes they come behind me
Pulling out on sideways
Now the Impalas rockin'
Braid with the auto cocker
Listen to Starlito
Other rappers are fuckin' liars
100 gang, come on fire, fire fire, fire
Trust issues got me being cautious
Not friendly niggas rollin' swishas
Do I wanna hit it? Not really
Blood in the streets for any one of my niggas
I'm riding solo
I be strapped with that 9 milli
I'mma make you kill me
I'mma make you kill me
Baby I'm a different type or real
I can't make you feel me
Neva disrespect me, I'mma make you kill me
Maybe to police in my city
I'm already guilty