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Testo By My Lonely - Kevin Gates

Testo della canzone By My Lonely (Kevin Gates), tratta dall'album Best Rap Cutz of 2019

Killers in my hood, they know me by my first name

You know 'em by their work name, I know 'em by their birth name

Type of weight make a man stand on principle

Kill yourself but get your whole fam slammed on principle

I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (lonely)

I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (by my lonely)

I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (by my lonely)

Fuck nigga, I don't wanna be your homie (for real)

Yeah, Speaker Knockerz, I just ordered up, I got a hundred in

Keep the mop, watch how you talk to me, bitch, I'm not one of them

General for real, g-give a decree, the streets salute me

Sweaty sheets, jumpin' up outta my sleep, this how we gotta go eat

Safety pin apiece, cocaine resin stuck on the side of the scale

Watchin' the cameras

If you can deal with the smell, dealin' with paraphernal'

Weight in the pale, keepin' 'em off of the trail

Texture up under my nails

Storm comin', bond money, inevitable that you sit in a cell

I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (lonely)

I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (by my lonely)

I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (by my lonely)

Fuck nigga, I don't wanna be your homie (for real)

Sick and tired of my phone ringin'

Workin' that bitch, I'm takin' a call (hello)

Workin' with bricks, I'm drivin' a car, (killer) got my body hard

Big ol' stepper with a rod, shop in the mall, no bodyguard

Heavy metal in my section, I'm controllin', I'm in charge

It's the heavily respected, I'll take a bitch to war

Bitch, I got steppers in my section, bodies on their firearms

Blow the clothes off your back, boom, boom, set off car alarms

C-C-Carbon with a drum, tiger, you no try to run

Give a fuck 'bout your Chanel (I don't)

I'm tied in with the mayor (achoo)

Go sit down, went to jail

I'm part of the cartel

I'm a Breadwinner don and we came up from nothin'

And we prayed off crumbs, I was raised in the slums

I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (lonely)

I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (by my lonely)

I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (by my lonely)

Fuck nigga, I don't wanna be your homie (for real)

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Writer(s): Vincent Watson, Kevin Gilyard, Derek Mcallister
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