Kevin Gates - Stuck In Da Streets

I don't get tired

I woke up feelin' like I
Couldn't feel no better
I don' want no fuckin' alka seltzer
I woke up feelin' like I couldn't
Feel no better Momma pray
For me my friends fake I
Need a hundred steppers
They hate the flick of my wrist
Really be wheelin' the benz
Video vixen look cute squealin' while I'm
Stickin' dick in her ribs
I told her I was a beautician whip out
The scissors get rid of split ends
I'm full of myself bae I'm trippin' feel
Like I'm Brady whatever it is
II'm catchin' plays II mean Kevin Gates
Meals I ain't got no chill
Breadwinner every way ooh
Look who just sat at the table make
Yo ho go fetch him a plate
Then I pull up in the Porsche
Bet whoever willin' to race
Charges dismissed by the feds still
Gotta deal with the state
Whoop em I got plenty kush and you pussy pick
12 or somebody gon' lay in yo bushes
Two time convicted a stitch for
The fully jump out
And feel it no need for the hoodie
Streets love a nigga who really a gangsta go
Check my jacket you know I'ma pull it
Ar-Ab hit the line I'm
Like what's the business
Just find the lean I'ma sip it
I don't trust no bitches
Look at the flick of that red video from
The back how I'm killin' ya bitch
Lovin' my swag MC Hammer want to
Quit but I'm just 2 legit
Baltimore Oriole's hat Mr gates corner to
Corner they flooded with H
Hit the corner sto' backwards
An antropo Money
Order 2 stamps in an envelope
Commissary in prison they money
Low jumpin' and
Dodgin' the fence like a Mario
Camera belt buckle these rats
Catchin' audio runnin'
The money up workin' no cardio
Left out of Boston and visited Denver we
Had a threesome but we don't remember
Res from the grigy still stuck to my
Fingertips twistin' the stink
Stimulated my mental
Sls 550 mansion interior while at the
Red light I stay lookin' serious
Want to question me I
Don't know nothing 'bout
Shit in kentucky I'm dealin' with Benjamin
Elephant whippin' the trunk in
The front but I
Still cannot figure out where the ignition is
While at the airport I'm being surrounded
I'm thinkin of flyin in private
In the bathroom with my flight attendant Ho
Why is yo hand in my privates
On IG I talk I be lively
In public I'm movin' in silence
Penitentiary rules in effect give
Respect if I don't get it back I get violent
Cairo city straight drop got
Em wildin' me June
And Boola and Poo out our body
Oughta see my new bitch she exotic wasn't
Talkin bout you ho be quiet
Silver shadow Jaber reversible stock
My new girl i keep her right on side of me
Back to jail while suspected
Of robbery jumpin'
Bond i won't sign out my property
You think Brasi got bodies
Well probably dive in
The crowd he a gangsta so possibly
Watch the rappers few bitch niggas
Watchin' me cuz they
Bird and they chickens want flock to me
All in New York be with Maino and Capo I
Rode by myself and ain't nobody stoppin' me
Ain't no more real niggas I'm who Jay-Z
And Kanye like to listen to honestly
They probably won't tell you
That honestly super
Polite got a record that follow me
Tommy Hilfiger vest with the
Guess denim jeans kango
Cap on yah top with the wallabees
Johnny Blaze she can sing
Like Rihanna but ratted
On dude it took everything out of me
Amber Rose they messed over my
Nigga when I get
The rip I expect her to lie to me
Sewed the sign in the middle of my forehead
A broke muthuphucka who hatin don't bother me
Aye look I don't know how to
Be you bitch ass niggas
All I know how to be is me Yah heard me?
You can't say man I fuck with Gates then
Say something negative in the same sentence
Man that don't even go together
Ol' bitch ass nigga
But you don't know that that ain't real
A nigga never taught you that ain't real
Look at all my interviews i never speak
On no nigga yah heard me
Penitentiary rules in effect ol'
Pussy ass nigga

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