Kevin Gates, Gus - Street Nigga Warrior lyrics

Could go and get a job but
Is rather stay in stack
Funny some niggs working they ain't
Never pay it back
I haha get down dirty going
Touch em up my momma
Like they momma so that'll kinda fuck her up
Low key, them collared shirts got a button up
You say he got a lot of
Blow he better button up
100 stacks you owe this to
The game but you surprised?
Mayne you know this never changed but besides
You prolly blow this on a chain
Now take me to the safe 'for
I blow this on your brain
Try to earn cash but they ask where
I get it from
Nigga keep feeding me that work
Then I'mma nigga son z28s with
8 fuckin' cylinders furnish my
Apartment with Ashley Millennium
Bitches keep asking it and gates ain't
Feeling em take em home
And bend them to the gate
Where I'm sending them
You gotta keep in mind i'm a street nigg
Who kept it in the hood real street nigg
You get out of line
Imma get street with you I'm dead game
Bottom line let them heats hit you
I got in shape I ain't take a lunch break
The devil in my face for 11 months straight
I let em eat for 7 weeks, I layed off em
It ain't safe in the corner
So I stayed off em
Get it straight wHATCHU mean
"I got other plans"?
That hard life that tan, I'm like hustle man
I got that peanut butter mmmmmm
In my other hand
I'm from the state you stupid
You buy a brick
I put it in Louis Vuitton luggage buy 10
I throw in the Louis Vuitton duffel
That mini Mac 90 louis Vuitton muscle
On an island like who wanna be a millionaire
My king player speak Spanish
And got pretty hair i'm in the game but I'm
Steady Trying to ease out
I took away from the streets
But never reached out
I hung around took a peep from the top
I never knew dreams could be
Achieved from the blocks say
I never knew dreams could be
Achieved from the Blocks
Say I never knew dreams could
Be achieved from the blocks
I never knew dreams could be
Achieved from the blocks
You gotta keep in mind i'm a street nigg
Who kept it in the hood real street nigg
You get out of line
Imma get street with you I'm dead game
Bottom line let them heats hit you
You gotta keep in mind i'm a street nigga
Who kept it in the hood real street nigga
You get out of line
Imma get street with you I'm dead game
Bottom line let them heats hit you
My jacket went from rabbit to chinchilla
Ruth's Chris for dinner
Stilla be In a rental Blowin
Killa with a killer
My main focus in life was grind and get money
God show me the light so I rhyme to get money
Remember
On the air with them grams in my hand
Imma man took a stand never
Stand on the stare
Want green? got peas you can handle em for me
Probably touch more keys than
A janitor will see flip faced component
Handle by the seat
The hammer in my reach for
Dismantling your teeth knock ya
Brains outcha melon leave them
Splattered on your cheek
Now everything you thinkin all
Splattered in the street
Baffled by the street no
Exchange this a robbery
Cooking over blow the cain a commodity
745s, they crack pipe gray
With cream colored seats over
Cooked dope beige you gotta keep in mind
Imma street ngga who kept it the hood
Real street nigg you get out of line
Imma get street with you
I'm dead game bottom like let
This heat his you uGHHHHHH
You gotta keep in mind imma street nigg
Who kept it in the hood real street nigg
You get out of like imma get street with you
I'm dead game bottom line let
Them heats hit you ugh