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kevin gates - intro lyrics

[intro: dj holiday]
reportin’ live from the top of the mixtape food chain
ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, i still see you little n-ggas down there
prayin’ and hopin’ this sh-t and you better kiss my crown, n-gga
i raised you little n-ggas, kevin gates, dj holiday, my summer

[verse 1: kevin gates]
out my top, motherf-ck that sh-t, street n-gga, not a g-ngb-nger
in the hood, n-ggas bang daily
caught ‘caine-slangin’ was a game changer
thank god n0body shot stanky, carolina street, me and spanky
pit bulls in the yard, luca murder streak goin’ hard
boulevard mel on a call, i’m about to buy the boulevard
mayonnaise jars full of boilin’ water
watch it melt down to the hard
lil quick, say he whooped a charge
i got mocha, give me it wit’ the fall
n-gga touch juice, they got to fall
but this sicko, i want to see ’em ball
twenty-fives bouncin’ off the wall
straight-up player, amazin’, i’m a dog
fronted madd marvin, that’s a nine, cedric tesco on the line
told birdman, ‘i don’t get tired’, he say, ‘it’s too much at one time’
young and thuggin’, really came from nothin’
i just want to see my n-ggas shine

[interlude: kevin gates]
believe that, you know, me and bryan johnson
we in the room talkin’, i was still in the street
’round the time i first had colin jump the deal
you heard me? he said that me don’t get a n-gga all that
i’m like, ‘sh-t, my little n-gga come form nothin’
i want to see him shine (turn up)

[verse 2: kevin gates]
face card worth a million, breadwinners in the buildin’
all a rapper got to do is play wit’ me and it’s ’bout to be a k!llin’
f-ck wit’ n-ggas on the murder team
homicide division, murder scene
industry been f-cked up wit’ me, rap game i been murderin’
f-ck-n-gga, you a hater, behold fillet with the table
just told luci i’m a gangsta, step game somethin’ major
jumpin’ on the phone, he out abbeville, n-gga, (-) and i’m slangin’
oscar givins, you a real n-gga, breadwinner gang, no changin’
hit jonesboro wit’ jamalo lee, hold up, let me give a ill-stration
oscar get it in, work release, say the wrong thing, he’ll stank you
demonstration, billy gateses, extra big dog, why he fakin’?
you a real n-gga, n-gga died, you won’t even look me in the eyes
n-gga, p-ssy all in your eyes, yeah, i said it, what, you surprised?
my momma know i done k!lled n-ggas
n-gga been ready for the died

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