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kevin gates - myb lyrics

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[intro: kevin gates]
dear heavenly father, i come to you seeking comfort in depressed times
this is a depressed time
luca brasi!

[verse 1: kevin gates]
every rapper in the game’ll say they sold cocaine
never went to jail was
never on no chain
always throwing crosses that’s what lil’ hoes get
claim to be a boss but you a lil’ broke b-tch
reason you alive thank the n-ggas you run wit
i was in a cell witchu and you ain’t run sh-t
told me put my shoes on, but
you ain’t scratch
i wreck hall and jack off and then was so laid back
for n-ggas you would make calls, don’t that sound like draft
when i call a b-tch in love she get here oh so fast
f-cking right i read my bible, i believe in god
yeah you punched me in my sh-t but you did not hit hard (laughs)

[bridge]
i have respect for every man that demand your respect,
n-gga still alive, he lying if he said he checked me
rather stand alone before i pull a n-gga d-ck
all you p-ssy rappers just be pulling n-ggas d-ck (ya b-tch)

[hook]
behind my name i’m standing tall and will die any day
as i grew wise i thought that i would put that foolish pride away
if you cross can’t take a loss, i can’t walk away (i can’t)
there’s no way in h-ll i’d ever let you walk away

[verse 2: starlito]
r-e-s-p-e-c-t this heat, i keep that glock with me
caught two pistol charges still got my l’s and reciprocity
never be a celebrity, all this beef where the broccoli
i’m obviously not wrapped to tightly, you probably better off offing me
a n-gga better watch how he talk to me, like how i watch how i talk on my cell
don’t answer my phone from rap n-ggas, i get calls way more often from jail (h-llo)
swear it was so hot out on my block we all thought it was h-ll
on the l’s, sippin’ syrup tryna mend this broken heart from all the betrayal
sold it before it got off the scale, re-up and do it again
shot it out so many times, got to see who was truly my friends
i was one deep in deep thought
thinking everybody tryna con or cross me
it’s getting hard to be humble tryna get this bad karma off me
starlito!

[bridge]
i have respect for every man that demand your respect,
n-gga still alive, he lying if he said he checked me
rather stand alone before i pull a n-gga d-ck
all you p-ssy rappers just be pulling n-ggas d-ck (ya b-tch)

[hook]
behind my name i’m standing tall and will die any day
as i grew wise i thought that i would put that foolish pride away
if you cross can’t take a loss, i can’t walk away (i can’t)
there’s no way in h-ll i’d ever let you walk away

[verse 3: kevin gates]
i just aim the smithn’ 22 and win me 14-6
if i lost you with the multiple you don’t know sh-t
16 through 52’s you got you 4 bricks
but it probably was in vein, cause you won’t score sh-t
brugh talk about me bad, i’m like not my boy
when i got his b-tch pregnant bet it broke his heart
gone ahead and get some get back or f-ck my b-tch
i’ll let you in on a lil’ secret n-gga she not sh-t,
first ole’ lady crushed my feelings, i ain’t been hurt since
whole family full of gangstas and we both know this,
if a sucker run up on me he can get bent up,
hold it down for my real n-ggas still penned up, luca brasi!!



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