Not Really Kevin Gates

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(Hook)Trust issues got me being cautious, not friendlyNiggas rollin' swishas, do I wanna hit it? Not reallyBlood in the streets for any one of my niggasI'm riding solo, I be strapped with that 9 milliI'mma make you kill me, I'mma make you kill meBaby I'm a different type or real, I can't make you feel meNeva disrespect me, I'mma make you kill meMaybe to police in my city, I'm already guilty(Verse 1)Judicate, the housing where I'm residing is boarded upDon't go hard, go hard, go hard, go hard in stores, at work, order upDon't come up to talk to us for nothing, exit is for rummy(?)Been here in the streets, I see police, they don't protect and serveHands on the badge of a bad one, stretch him, make him hurtYoung niggas go berserk, he's in pain, taking narcoticsHearing sirens outside, found another bodyNobody ever give us, take it, resort to robbin'Education in the game which came from my revivingWhile on the move, bumping Future, ain't no way around itWhile in School, caught up chasing loot, take a break, I doubt itNuts hanging to the floor, nothing else to say about it(Hook)Trust issues got me being cautious, not friendlyNiggas rollin' swishas, do I wanna hit it? Not reallyBlood in the streets for any one of my niggasI'm riding solo, I be strapped with that 9 milliI'mma make you kill me, I'mma make you kill meBaby I'm a different type or real, I can't make you feel meNeva disrespect me, I'mma make you kill meMaybe to polices in my city, I'm already guilty
(Verse 2)These things make it down block, Sound shotsChildren make the news, small murders, that any town gotHe just want some shoes, you fooled, you got around thatI don't like niggas who be talking out of turnSolid object, gotta turn into profit, feed my pocketFiber optic going brr-brick-bra-brrra, my type of violenceLive a hustla, die a gangsta, why not move in silence?I'm the original my self, can't be no carbon copySwitch lanes they come behind me, pulling out on sidewaysNow the Impalas rockin' , braid with the auto cockerListen to StarlitoOther rappers are fuckin' liars100 gang, come onFire, fire fire, fire(Hook)Trust issues got me being cautious, not friendlyNiggas rollin' swishas, do I wanna hit it? Not reallyBlood in the streets for any one of my niggasI'm riding solo, I be strapped with that 9 milliI'mma make you kill me, I'mma make you kill meBaby I'm a different type or real, I can't make you feel meNeva disrespect me, I'mma make you kill meMaybe to police in my city, I'm already guilty

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