Kevin Gates - Reputations On The Line lyrics

Oh my god look up there, what is that?
I'm tripping, everybody around me got them
Looking up like I
Had to seen something you heard me?
I have officially uh, made my transfigurment
It was Kevin Gates but you are
Officially rocking with Gates Weenie
Who you want, what you want? Gates uh uh
Watch me go for mine, go for mine
Go for mine reputation's on the line
Watch me go for mine

Uncoordinated according to the accordion
Player with the tight squeeze
Compressing the keys making the mic scream
BBC jeans, what you mean, you know ice cream
This the theme for this evening
Please give me a reason
But hold up, never mind forever fly
That is I
Someone else you'll never find anyone
Else should never try
I'm the guy, try to bolt me to the floor
I came from under that vibrant colors
Street related dying over violent colors
Striving to be better than I used to be
Usually I speak the truth for
Fools who've been confusing me
Food for my platoon to
Eat enthused with opportunity
Put that on my soon to be symbolizing unity
Bread winners association built
This off influencing
Niggas with figures to come together
You know, you and me, him and her
Matching beamer Coupes that say
"Hi!"s and hers
Self respect break apart the image
When it isn't yours

Reputation's on the line
Reputation's on the line
Reputation's on the line
Reputation's on the line
Watch me go for mine
Say watch me go for mine, go for mine
Go for mine reputations on the line

UFO's, I'm awkward
Unidentified flying objects
Or ejected special weapons out the
Cockpit of the chopper
AR-15 with the inf beam
Don't tempt me, it's tempting
My orange juice, is simply, delicious
GOT LEAN IN IT this green shit that I set
On fire, and inhale, got me lifted
I'm so hood, I am that
You talk stupid get blam'd at
This new car drove too far got
Two broads who love Gates
Relationship, love hate
Two mistakes can't budge fate
Stomach pudgy, both of them
Got something in it
They tummy for me for me
Guess that I'm a father, I got twins
Gotta win no pretending this that Peter Pan
Give a fiend a gram
Watch how easily it leave her hand
Guess she need it bad
I ain't got it now she leavin' mad
All I do is stare
I don't comprehend, it's a condition
I don't even care
Money right, my feelings ice
I'm Donald Trump when it's precise
Skinny nigga brought up right with
A big nose dyn-o-mite

Reputation's on the line
Reputation's on the line
Reputation's on the line
Reputation's on the line
Watch me go for mine
Say watch me go for mine, go for mine
Go for mine reputations on the line

Reputation's on the line
Reputation's on the line
Reputation's on the line
Reputation's on the line
Watch me go for mine
Say watch me go for mine, go for mine
Go for mine reputations on the line
Reputation's on the line
Reputation's on the line
Reputation's on the line
Reputation's on the line
Watch me go for mine
Say watch me go for mine, go for mine
Go for mine reputations on the line