Kevin Gates - What Up Homie lyrics
Kevin Gates [Kevin Jerome Gilyard] Baton Rouge, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kevin Gates - What Up Homie lyrics]
They say we moving to fast, big deal-bite us
Other side of the class the
Slim chicks like us other side of the glass
Shooter windshield wiper
Now the tears on my side and
You still can't wipe them
A lot of baby mamas hard to
Feed them from the pen
I'm a make it from this rapping I'm
A feed them from the pen
You are the sum of equation when
Niggas don't keep it real
Now niggas telling on me cause
Never know how it feel
I swear the dope game just get so phony
Weight of the world say that
It all fell on me
And the closest of the closest had they on me
Sometimes I don't sleep and it been so lonely
Lot of time ride around with
Out the chrome on me
I'm tired of living would somebody
Put the chrome on me
But I got to stand strong cause
Of what I stand for
Life sentence ain't comprehend of
What it stand for
(Be like what up homie)
I've been with you through the
Storm hope you know
I miss you and I wish you hurry home
(What up homie)
Hard to touch you through the phone so I put
Together this letter and stuck in a song
(What up homie)
Eventually you will see I ain't forget
About I'm just busy doing me
(I be like what up homie)
Eventually you will see never forget about
You I'm just busy doing me
As your life unravels know I'm
With you in the cuffs
I know you get to travel but
It's different on the bus
I remember you and me sitting in the trap
Talking how you like bentleys and
How you want to rap
Talking how you like you Christine and
How you want her back
Her boyfriend got stupid
You caught him with a gat
Deep in the paint, shots high percentage
Rawest in the city, niggas not competition
Play your song over the phone
It's only steel
Riding in the s500 to Lauren Hill
The rain keep falling water
Dropping on my sleeves
The water like my problems trying to
Drop me to my knees can see me in the whip
Blowing killer behind the tint
But my girlfriend tripping we still
Behind on the rent
Thats when I told her everything I had a way
Of working out Pockets broker then my leg
Hard to see it working out
(Be like what up homie)
I've been with you through the
Storm hope you know
I miss you and I wish you hurry home
(What up homie)
Hard to touch you through the phone so I put
Together this letter and stuck in a song
(What up homie)
Eventually you will see I ain't forget
About I'm just busy doing me
(I be like what up homie)
Eventually you will see never forget about
You I'm just busy doing me
Other side of the class the
Slim chicks like us other side of the glass
Shooter windshield wiper
Now the tears on my side and
You still can't wipe them
A lot of baby mamas hard to
Feed them from the pen
I'm a make it from this rapping I'm
A feed them from the pen
You are the sum of equation when
Niggas don't keep it real
Now niggas telling on me cause
Never know how it feel
I swear the dope game just get so phony
Weight of the world say that
It all fell on me
And the closest of the closest had they on me
Sometimes I don't sleep and it been so lonely
Lot of time ride around with
Out the chrome on me
I'm tired of living would somebody
Put the chrome on me
But I got to stand strong cause
Of what I stand for
Life sentence ain't comprehend of
What it stand for
(Be like what up homie)
I've been with you through the
Storm hope you know
I miss you and I wish you hurry home
(What up homie)
Hard to touch you through the phone so I put
Together this letter and stuck in a song
(What up homie)
Eventually you will see I ain't forget
About I'm just busy doing me
(I be like what up homie)
Eventually you will see never forget about
You I'm just busy doing me
As your life unravels know I'm
With you in the cuffs
I know you get to travel but
It's different on the bus
I remember you and me sitting in the trap
Talking how you like bentleys and
How you want to rap
Talking how you like you Christine and
How you want her back
Her boyfriend got stupid
You caught him with a gat
Deep in the paint, shots high percentage
Rawest in the city, niggas not competition
Play your song over the phone
It's only steel
Riding in the s500 to Lauren Hill
The rain keep falling water
Dropping on my sleeves
The water like my problems trying to
Drop me to my knees can see me in the whip
Blowing killer behind the tint
But my girlfriend tripping we still
Behind on the rent
Thats when I told her everything I had a way
Of working out Pockets broker then my leg
Hard to see it working out
(Be like what up homie)
I've been with you through the
Storm hope you know
I miss you and I wish you hurry home
(What up homie)
Hard to touch you through the phone so I put
Together this letter and stuck in a song
(What up homie)
Eventually you will see I ain't forget
About I'm just busy doing me
(I be like what up homie)
Eventually you will see never forget about
You I'm just busy doing me