Kevin Gates - All My Life lyrics

(Perfect) i'm Mister Gates
Come to makin' this cake
Ask ya father, dope harder than paper mache
Bet maybe on the Lakers up ya
Tazer I'mma waste ya if
You painin' seekin' trainin' with this
Game then I'mma lace ya
I been in and out the cater
Adidas with the laces
Front seat at the races
Misplacing of my bracelet but I'm sayin'
I am not pickin' for different roles
I'm not kiddin'
You kiddin'? I'm like a ten-year-old
I got my winter clothes
Couple track jackets, and the hats match it
Glock 40 this is black magic
Equipped with black talons
Heavy metal this is Black Sabbath
Just the devil, convicted felon
If you cats askin'
Kitchen Derek Fisher me and Ron Chapman
Made em' miss, then I made assist
Now we drawin' backwards
The percentage cost a bigger penny
Very small fabric
I'm just givin' you the 4-11
With a tall mattress

Nigga grind all night till
The daylight comin' up
All my life, they said he's not one of us
But he thinks nothin' when the
Cheese keeps doublin' and
The weed I'm puffin' all
The lean I'm guzzlin'

Brains hit watchin' the soaps
Got it like
IPhone got a camera she gon' ride the pipe
If not that then watch back
Tell her kind to hike
Get ya clothes, hit the road
And they think I'm polite
G-Shock Spike Lee, diver's watch
Full throttle, same kind that MacGyver got
I drive a lot (Wait) hold up I'm hungry
Chicken sandwich no honey mustard
With onions on it
Won't get embarrassed come run upon
It my youngins on you
Trip and head stand on ends, like Coolio
Tool a cut off front of your face
Look like a booty-hole take for instance
You ain't makin' the right amount
Words on the bird you break in somebody house
Somebody say they was present when
They was makin' the count
And you got a couple of minutes
Cause they out makin' they route
So you walk into a trap and
They end up takin' you out

In the heart of the re-up, re-up
Feed up on the Libra
You despise you could die
You get beat up with the evil
You got beat up in your regal
Ten two illegal let it pass
Get ya cash or get beat up by the people
Diesel you could hear me through ya
Speaker got me greedy
When I'm eatin' gotta feed a lot of people
All on my shoulders, weight of the world
Death chose em, leg broken
So I wait on my girl
Drop my weight on my girl now
We out cruisin' the cities
Stupid decision got me wounded and injured
I got, goons in the picture who end
Up losin' the city
Trying to do it with this music
I'm like who is you kidding
Coops shingle losing
Cause the roofing is missing
Ain't into screwin' with pigeons
Seem a screw always missing
Seems in the street, the truth always missing
I be seen on the scene
Nigga you always missing