Kevin Gates - Still Hold Up lyrics

Yeah i'm built Ford tough (Carmelo)
No, this how I used to be feelin'
Killer, you heard me 
(James about that check,  boy) yeah

Crossed out, hex, feel like I'm possessed
I wanna handle baby daddy
It just ain't happen yet
My wife just sent that paper there
I just ain't grab it yet
Nominated for the GRAMMYs
I went back to jail
Racist judge found me guilty
Sent me back to Hell
Lost trial in the feds, went back on appeal
My lil' ones irkin' out
He back on them pills
Zombies lurkin', close the curtains
We back on the steel
The voodoo lady say, "Okay, " I say
"I had to kill"
Get 'em down there for a show
And put that racket here
Traffic tickets, had too many
I was gettin' stopped
Never happen when I'm by myself
So bein' friendly stopped
I rock a lotta gold chains, I am not a coward
I'm thuggin' hard
I'm connected to the higher power
Damn near lost it all believing'
In a bitch nigga okay, problem solved
I do shit a little different

Talked about behind the back by my own family
But I'm built Ford tough, and I still hold up
Entities I used to deal with
Tried to hurt my marriage
But I'm built Ford tough, and I still hold up

They stack the deck with bitch niggas
Everybody backs 'em (They do)
Been in the game since shit stains
And I'm 'bout that action (I'm 'bout that)
I never ratted, a Louisiana livin' legend
(Why?)
Bitch, I'm in traffic, you play with Gates
You got to wet it (Grrat)
Just remember, I'm not a talker
I'm a stepper (I'm a stepper)
Broad day, I go to walkin' up
Applyin' pressure (Boom, boom, boom)
Free C Murder (O oh)
They tried to ban me from the prisons (O oh)
Maybe they know I'm only happy
When I see my niggas (Ah)
Maybe they wanna see me broke or
Dead or back there with 'em (They do)
Shoutout the ones in the system
With a life sentence (Oh, oh)
Woman pregnant for another brother
Never visit (Don't)
Shoutout the ones who still show
Love in the city the way they hate you
Make you kinda hate to fuck with the city
(Hm) gangster reason, long nights I remember
(I remember)
I ask Big Dana for some pictures
I just really miss ya (Whaddup?)
Roamin' the trenches where the
Cocaine get delivered

Say, look don't never go look for
Yourself inside somebody else, you heard me
'Cause some of these niggas outchea ain't
Really cut like we cut
You know, we cut from a bandana
You know, these niggas cut from shit paper
You heard me
That shit sounds good until it takes place
But I'm built Ford tough, and I still hold up
But I'm built Ford tough, and I still hold up
But I'm built Ford tough, and I still hold up