Gateway Poundz - M.I.A

Respect I demand it
Made em treat me like a man from nothing
Go hard gotta stand for something
Too fly gotta land or something
Rock and roll how them bands with us
Bad bitches and they friends with us
Bet your girl a leave her man for us
Send her back she ain't staying with us
Fast forward stop rewind (pause) they do everything but playing with us
Before coupes I would jam the bus
Took my shot it was jamming up
Money talk what you saying bruh
Came up wasn't handed much
I stay gone but be staying in touch
Take her to the beach we gone tan and fuck
Came from the mud sip it playing in mud
Stand tall I don't plan to budge
Stressing feeling I don't plan enough
She left me feel like she ain't plan to love
Hurting why you think I stay in them drugs
It gets lonely when you staying above the bullshit
It's hard out here for a black man when you fail you feel you ain't man enough
A little farther you ain't ran enough
A little longer you ain't stand enough
This bullshit
And wonder why a nigga pull shit
Can see it in my face
Always kept that shit 1000
Ain't no other way
They gone say alot about me
Never to my face
Think I sent him to Miami
When he MIA
Hold up
Got it jumping like a trampoline
Your wife is a tramp with me
Get the paper like its stamps with me
From the dirty like hamper street
All the people used to laugh at me
Be asking me give em something
Can't give you nothing why you asking me
Kill it this another casualty
Sauce on me more than napkins clean
Pull up on you live on pamper street
I can touch you we don't have to meet
Good weed what relaxes me
Pretty women just react to me
Be after me
Money and family
That's what I'm thinking constantly
Call it wrong why you judging me
It's different writes life font to me
Sprite ice cause I'm trying to lean
Neck ice cause I'm trying to bling
You better say what you tryna mean
Got her with her friend trying new things
Silent call when you trying to ring
You told her you was buying a ring
I told her I was buying a lyft
You the dumb nigga buying her shit
I'm a young nigga tryna hit
Keep it hundred on u counterfeits
Can see it in my face
Always kept that shit 1000
Ain't no other way
They gone say alot about me
Never to my face
Think I sent him to Miami
When he MIA

Written by:
Darrell Baskin

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