Kevin Gates - Can't Make This Up lyrics

(I can't make this up) step inside the booth
Loosen up the tie (I can't make this up)
Superman is still alive!
(I can't make this up)
Retawdid tawdid tawdid tawdid

Been a movie from the start
(I can't make this up)
Baby mama's kids a week apart
(I can't make this up)
Offered 30 years in the court
(I can't make this up)
Now my whips foreign, pulling up
(I can't make this up)
Started from the bottom with narcotics
What I'm selling
Who thought I woulda made it from
A trap with no electric
Ooohhh, ego work my wrist with cocaina
Made all of my haters all believers
(I can't make this up)

Bad when it came to me being on point
(Get 'em)
What they say I should be doing I don't
Don't love, don't trust, don't worry I won't
Slim waist, cute face
With a donk in the trunk
Convicted felon for selling
No telling my motto, no telling
Never popped a molly but when I'm on coffee I
Feel as if I done just tried it
Product of a violent environment
Saw niggas go get money I had to go try it
My grandma's a crying, her grandson a liar
Like all of this shit gotta stop
Every time that you leave I be having these
Dreams about you getting locked up or shot
This first bitch I love told me
That was my baby but nah
I be thinking it's not
This bitch, well she, she fucked
Ten of my friends
I moved on now she saying she high
Got caught, took my lick, then
Came home to my street
They was trying to hit me with 30
The morals I'm built on, I'll
Really get killed on
It ain't no such thing as me working
Game I'm in get dirty
Couldn't make this up and that's certain

Been a movie from the start
(I can't make this up)
Baby mama's kids a week apart
(I can't make this up)
Offered 30 years in the court
(I can't make this up)
Now my whips foreign, pulling up
(I can't make this up)
Started from the bottom with narcotics
What I'm selling
Who thought I woulda made it from
A trap with no electric
Ooohhh, ego work my wrist with cocaina
Made all of my haters all believers
(I can't make this up)

Occupied by the hand player
Caucasian waitress named Rachel
Saying I look like a drug dealer
You ain't even waiting our table
I like faces, and making faces
And Franklin faces by the cases
This shit's amazing, this shit's amazing!
(Take off) do the damn thing, no champagne
For me at least a light drink (Retarded)
Going against my better judgement
Opposite of right thinking
Cardiovascular happening
Beat them chicks from the back
While I'm wrapping it
Can't make this shit up
Ain't just rapping it
Love a bitch who fight back
While I'm stabbing it
Dick put her out and I walk out like
(Think cause you got a pretty face and a fine
Shape you can play the crime game, mane, BWA
Mane)
I put my stamp on it, rough how I handle it
Maybe I'm passionate
Making it hurt on the inside
Maybe I'm hurt on the inside
Dick in her stomach, this time I'm coming
Go fuck with a sucker who think you a woman

Been a movie from the start
(I can't make this up)
Baby mama's kids a week apart
(I can't make this up)
Offered 30 years in the court
(I can't make this up)
Now my whips foreign, pulling up
(I can't make this up)
Started from the bottom with narcotics
What I'm selling
Who thought I woulda made it from
A trap with no electric
Ooohhh, ego work my wrist with cocaina
Made all of my haters all believers
(I can't make this up)