Kevin Gates - The Law lyrics
Kevin Gates [Kevin Jerome Gilyard] Baton Rouge, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kevin Gates - The Law lyrics]
Who'd ever thought that we'd make
Out of the ghetto dreaming
Being light-skin when your momma puerto rican
I went to see the voodoo
Priest while dealing cocaine
Seeking protection from my foes
Know they always scheming
Santorini beads on my neck
Labelled the heathen
Point blank range hot led burnt brains
Closed casket facetime jokes turnt strange
Tried to be away tired
Of being played Took my talent
Down to South Beach but I couldn’t stay
Rumored that I signed a deal with Wayne
I was in the game
Held my weight every time I came
Ask Mack Maine me and Bird communicate about
The penitentiary hard
To deal with pussy niggas i got
Two convictions everything i say
The truth music
To convincing rest in peace to
(name) ball like rodney vincent
Going days without eating
Bellair had me skinny relationship
With time and
Rail bunch of niggas envy some say he
Ain't as portrayed i be seeing different
V 6 supercharged under key
Ignition lowkey windows tented
Chilling with my bitches look I'm having
Second thoughts of who really with me cold
Game cold heart this a cold sport
People say im chosen don't know what im chose
For graduatuated from the form my name
Emancipated court cases expired statue
Of limitations type
Of shit that get high somewhat invigorating
Get it in 10 to 10 when i get
To craving eat the plate with the
Utensil then begin the scraping
No expectation for
You rappers im a gucci maine
Yellow vet me and leto
Bumping gucci maine start
Track power it up back to the future
Beat me up think you fly make uh
Niggah shoot ya seen alot of shit
That never happened in the
Movies front page news
Paper game feeling foolish
Slow nights catching
Sales like we going fishing snow white on
The scale break them down to
Nickels hustle in my pedigree
They scared of my
Potential vicky momma kitchen
Steady messing up
Her dishes her brother never liked me he
Said he better not catch me slipping
But he don't know I step on shit I'm
Really bout my business hashtag gunna gang
Big ol pistol rip ya sitting with the
Misses meant to say my mistress
Balenciaga shopping in the store
They call me mister
Free Mally cuz and erins way
Free my nigga Mista
When Rico Love talk to me
Bout music I just listen
Grinding dawg in tightness how
You shit on competition
Out of the ghetto dreaming
Being light-skin when your momma puerto rican
I went to see the voodoo
Priest while dealing cocaine
Seeking protection from my foes
Know they always scheming
Santorini beads on my neck
Labelled the heathen
Point blank range hot led burnt brains
Closed casket facetime jokes turnt strange
Tried to be away tired
Of being played Took my talent
Down to South Beach but I couldn’t stay
Rumored that I signed a deal with Wayne
I was in the game
Held my weight every time I came
Ask Mack Maine me and Bird communicate about
The penitentiary hard
To deal with pussy niggas i got
Two convictions everything i say
The truth music
To convincing rest in peace to
(name) ball like rodney vincent
Going days without eating
Bellair had me skinny relationship
With time and
Rail bunch of niggas envy some say he
Ain't as portrayed i be seeing different
V 6 supercharged under key
Ignition lowkey windows tented
Chilling with my bitches look I'm having
Second thoughts of who really with me cold
Game cold heart this a cold sport
People say im chosen don't know what im chose
For graduatuated from the form my name
Emancipated court cases expired statue
Of limitations type
Of shit that get high somewhat invigorating
Get it in 10 to 10 when i get
To craving eat the plate with the
Utensil then begin the scraping
No expectation for
You rappers im a gucci maine
Yellow vet me and leto
Bumping gucci maine start
Track power it up back to the future
Beat me up think you fly make uh
Niggah shoot ya seen alot of shit
That never happened in the
Movies front page news
Paper game feeling foolish
Slow nights catching
Sales like we going fishing snow white on
The scale break them down to
Nickels hustle in my pedigree
They scared of my
Potential vicky momma kitchen
Steady messing up
Her dishes her brother never liked me he
Said he better not catch me slipping
But he don't know I step on shit I'm
Really bout my business hashtag gunna gang
Big ol pistol rip ya sitting with the
Misses meant to say my mistress
Balenciaga shopping in the store
They call me mister
Free Mally cuz and erins way
Free my nigga Mista
When Rico Love talk to me
Bout music I just listen
Grinding dawg in tightness how
You shit on competition