Kevin Gates

[fox69]

"Know Better"

"Know Better"


You shoulda known when it comes to the dough I'ma get it
You should know better
Do it all for my dogs, everyday goin' hard, I'm a winner
You should know better
Used to dream about a mil
Now we gettin' it for real
Shoulda left you right there where I met you
You shoulda known when it comes to the dough I'ma get it
I'm a bread winner

Gettin' it in, gotta win, we not kickin' it
Bread winner team, we sick and we live with it
Whippin' machines equipped with a fridge in it
We the connect, we not bout to mention it
We with the shit, no talkin', we finish it
Some say I'm ignorant
Mecca, we touchin' September, I'm making my pilgrimage (Allahu Akbar)
Maybe I'm different
Looked at you like you were special, you not even build for this
UFOs in the crush Gates
So when it's up niggas goin' nuts
Big shit tucked, toolie on clutch
Pockets on lump, free my nigga Lump
Goin' out dumb
Engine on run
Thuggin' in the slums
Thumbin' through the hun's
Separate the ones
(Somebody called a riot?)
My daughter get the violets
Break bread, slidin', lay up in the Hyde
Room too expensive
Motel 6 and bitch quit trippin'
Niggas in feelin's
Wait don't wait, forklift liftin'
Brasi gon' fix the trap up, vision

You shoulda known when it comes to the dough I'ma get it
You should know better
Do it all for my dogs, everyday goin' hard, I'm a winner
You should know better
Used to dream about a mil
Now we gettin' it for real
Shoulda left you right there where I met you
You shoulda known when it comes to the dough I'ma get it
I'm a bread winner

Hey man what you talkin' bout? Man just do you Gates
There it is

Dabbed in, front pockets stuffed
Money look like we been doin' lunges
Raised up in the blunt, I'm doin' crunches
Tattooed all over my stomach
Out in London talkin' to Big London
Stand up in they chest, okay I love you
Niggas hatin', wait I'm doin' numbers
In they feelin's, tell 'em I say fuck 'em
Hold up, wait, tell 'em that I love 'em
We could go, we had a discussion
Fame tend to blind the people on the side of you like you never mean nothin'
Focus on brand new things
Tryna show my children how to hustle
Teach 'em how to trust one another
All we got is us and your mother
Fall down, get back up again
Lose it all right before you win
Kevin man, you messin' up your gift
Shit like this be hard to come again
Fall bad, I know I admit it
Real struggle, I don't ever quit it
Thinkin' back when I ain't have a cent
Back when I ain't have a shit to give

You shoulda known when it comes to the dough I'ma get it
You should know better
Do it all for my dogs, everyday goin' hard, I'm a winner
You should know better
Used to dream about a mil
Now we gettin' it for real
Shoulda left you right there where I met you
You shoulda known when it comes to the dough I'ma get it
I'm a bread winner

She spoken to me bruh. Yeah she spoken to me you know "I'm sorry bruh I like this shit, you heard me?" Shit bothered me
I'm a bread winner

 

[fox69]

"La Familia"

"La Familia"


Man I swear to god I got some niggas out there in Shreveport so loyal it don't make no fucking sense

That my nigga I call'em Blocka
That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred
La Familia and I put that on my momma
That my nigga I call'em Blocka
That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred
And I put that on my momma

Real nigga in the game, I know how to maintain
Rap and hustle, sell coke, bitch says the same thang
Counting money like Shawn, big money like Dawn
Shout-out to my nigga Don Juan, gotta grip the bag with 2 arms
Got the weed coming by the acres
Look like I robbed 2 farms
Jamaican cartel pull up, fat bwoy say wahh gwaan
I just hit'em like whaaah
Still be going dumb
Mouth full platinum bitches asking where I'm from
Diamonds grill just like Master P my mouth be saying ughhh
16 2s 52 2s thats four bricks on a scale
And between me and you I just got out of jail
Took my lick I ain't tell, and I know you wish you could be here

That my nigga I call'em Blacko
That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred
La Familia and I put that on my momma
That my nigga I call'em Blacko
That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred
And I put that on my momma

Real nigga in the game, streets say the same thang
And if I get caught again, I'm going to the chain gang
Not afraid to take losses, gold mouth dawg we bosses
Trying to clip, ohh its gon cost ya
You gon have to come take it off me
Whipped out in the foreign with a bad bitch named Lauren
Say she use to live in California
She don't speak English and she foreign
Say her Ex boyfriend boring
Wanna drug dealer who important
Slanging dope dick I'm retarded
Finger licking chicken in the trap house
Know they love me in the neighborhood
I ain't gotta hustle with the strap out
Ion care what niggas rap about, I ain't rap about what they rap about
I'm the nigga they rap about
Murders getting reenact out
Kicking rocks in the crack drought
Up the gat I ain't back down

That my nigga I call'em Blocka
That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred
La Familia and I put that on my momma
That my nigga I call'em Blocka
That my bitch I call her Betty Crocker
That my brother I call him hundred
And I put that on my momma

 

[fox69]

"Lean 2 Da Side"

"Lean 2 Da Side"


[Chorus:]
Say my money real long and I'm clean in the ride
I Got diamonds in my chain and they bling in the light
If your money real long you should lean to the side, lean to the side, lean to the side
Said my money real long so I lean to the side
If your money real long you should give this a try
If your money real long you should lean to the side, lean to the side lean, lean to the side

[Verse 1:]
Perferably in a hard top, stop back in a covertable
Show my ass don't know how to act in a convertable
Rubberband shawty retarted with the racks
Saw a barbie in the party who ain't hardly got back
Adidas All day I dream about stacks
Yo lil team don't get no cream hard to think about that
What you think about that
Money on my wrist need to find the nearest mirror
Cause I'm lovin on my fit
I Don't know what to call it touchin on yo bitch
She put that ass in front me now she rubbin on my dick
She say kevin please stop it oh you gone get me killed
You give me some I promise bay this dick gone leave you whipped
Goin Hard in the paint nigga what yo life like
Watch and my chain blang I don't need a night light
Cell phone goin hard got the block rollin hard
White g-shock cost more then your lauren horse

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
They say I be dressin cute' bitch I'm from the hood
Chiefin while I'm chillin on that liquor feelin good
Don't't entertain beef but I wish a nigga would
Tool on deck check on my hip
You talkin in my face and yo breath smell like shit
My girlfriend trippin I guess I'm movin out
Beggin me to stay but tell her friend she put me out
She caught me pants down dick up in a groupie mouth
Hard to keep it in my pants all I do is pull it out
Wiggling me ding-a-ling all I do is pull it out
Do the same if you ain't gotta brain you should pull it out
I'm thuggin I'm grindin my diamonds they blindin
I'm hustlin I'm grindin get money I'm shinin
I'm buckin I love it I'm cluchin that iron
That range cost a cutless I'm gutta come try me
I'm hustlin I'm gringin get money keep shinin

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Lil Nigga"

"Lil Nigga"


[Intro - Speaking:]
Yea-
My lil' niggas, I mean...
All of them whippin' up foreign
You know they DUMB, Breadwinner retarded
You already know
You know, and they move solo, you know
Nigga really raising men out here, you heard me?
My lil' niggas go hard, you know

My lil' niggas

[Chorus:]
I could never tell you nothing wrong
Bitch you my lil' nigga, I just wanna see you strong
My lil' niggas, thugging just like me you hold your own
Young and got respect and your fuckin' money long

Bitch you my lil' nigga
Every time the dicks behind me, me I pray to God
Lil' brother sayin' we gon' be okay cause he gon' take the charge
Every time the dicks behind me, me I pray to God
Shout out to God, nigga I just whooped an open charge

[Verse 1:]
Pressure, I be roaming 'round the jungle at night
Streets love me but fuck 'em, they tryna take me down
Somehow, I be rollin' round, in bounds
Outta town, I don't be outta bounds
Too dirty I'm clutchin'
2: 30 I'm jumpin'
In and out the mix, it's too early for jugglin'
Hoes turn to tricks, too thirsty they bummy
Swing back stop,.230s I'm drummin'
We fucked the same bitch, she both thinkin' we love her
He hit her from the back, I be glistenin', she be suckin'
I don't pillow talk, my dick Dumb & Dumber
Okay I'm wrapped out, I'm out, she let me punt it

[Speaking:]
That's how me and my lil' nigga rock it
If she don't wanna be shared then we don't share
But...
Man you fuckin' with me?
I'm about to come over there and come fuck with you

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Caught the nigga that had shopped me
Hopped out -bow- with the clips there
Over top you got in your ear
Yea, G shit on the real
Yea, sleep shit on the rear
You know, street shit be for real
Caught him, had to duck him out
Name rangin' I let it clear
Baby mama fuck with your partner
Heart broken, just let it heal
Respect level on the ten
No sucka shit, don't pretend
Pussy conversation, you ever grind then you in
Big bricks on the bid
Stand alone, you don't bend
On the phone with coffee drinkers
Reportin' live from the pen
Rock one on the phone with me
[?] he helped me out there
Fuck with [?], he gutta he know we bout there
'Round the corner from your house where the driver gon' let me out there

[Chorus]

[Speaking:]
Shit, nigga what you doin' out there?
Shit, yea bruh just hold it down
You know you my lil' baby bruh
You look just like me, I'm slangin' iron behind you

 

[fox69]

"Love You"

"Love You"


I got a heart that's full of love
With so much love to give

But I'm saying though,
I feel how you feel.
Where we go from here.

I got a heart that's full of love
With so much love to give

Look,
I never been too hard for myself.

[Chorus]
I got a stupid house that's empty when I'm out on leers
When you're in love who gives a fuck about a non believer
When the lights go down and you're looking around
Now you're asking yourself who's gonna love you (Ohh ohh Ohh)
Alleviate your clothes and make your body turn around (Now you're asking yourself who's gonna love you.)
Alleviate your clothes and make your body turn around (Now you're asking yourself who's gonna love you.)

[Verse 1]
She's a murderer
When I hurt it aches
She has an hourglass figure and a perfect waist
Breaking my feelings she contributes to the murder rate
I went to jail she's dripping from the symptoms I have no escape
This no facade Peter tange in my cigar
The way I move may be peculiar to people I come across
Stress! This confession forever you in my heart
Wish you the best, in whatever endeavors that you embark
GATES!

[Bridge]
I got a heart that's full of love
With so much love to give
I often picture us together married with some kids
Victim of a broken promise I know what it is
(And all of your friends know I'm a gangsta!)

Can't you tell it's obvious I live a fly life?
Wishing I was there to lay onside of you at night!
Can't you tell it's obvious I live a fly life?
I pray that heaven comforts you, so you should be alright, alright.

[Chorus]
I got a stupid house that's empty when I'm out on leers
When you're in love who gives a fuck about a non believer
When the lights go down and you're looking around
And you're asking yourself who's gonna love you (Ohh ohh Ohh)
Alleviate your clothes and make your body turn around (Now you're asking yourself who's gonna love you.)
Alleviate your clothes and make your body turn around (Now you're asking yourself who's gonna love you.)

[Verse 2]
Making fast moves backwards, fatal attraction
I'll forever be your slave
I been caged up and captured
Drugs don't really ever make the problem ever shrink
But they don't release the endorphins that help me not to think!
Suicide's been contemplated irrational way of thinking
Attach a brick to my ankle and throw me over the deep end
Weekend, sleeping
Ugh I don't go to clubs ask me any question and I might respond with shoulder shrugs
Connected for eternity when forces take control of us
Lucas Brasci get it in you should know what's up
Do this every time I'm the life of the party!
Know it's got a name but they don't know what to call me!

[Bridge]
Can't you tell it's obvious I live a fly life?
Wishing I was there to lay onside of you at night!
Can't you tell it's obvious I live a fly life?
I pray that heaven comforts you so you should be alright, alright.

[Chorus]
I got a stupid house that's empty when I'm out on leers
When you're in love who gives a fuck about a non believer
When the lights go down and you're looking around
And you're asking yourself who's going to love you (Ohh ohh Ohh)
Alleviate your clothes and make your body turn around (Now you're asking yourself who's gonna love you.)
Alleviate your clothes and make your body turn around (Now you're asking yourself who's gonna love you.)

 

[fox69]

"Luca Brasi 2 Intro"

"Luca Brasi 2 Intro"


[Intro]
Mane let me see that after you
[*Ringing*]
Hello?
Mane what's happening?
Shit, what up?
I need a favor
Shit, one of them?
One of them
(You bitches want Brasi?)
Say no more

[Verse]
Say I'm too aggressive, that's that pressure, nigga, test you
Shout my nigga Special, he come home we goin' extra
Evolvin', grew with power, he that sour, I'mma stretch you
My heart too big while thankin' God, I finally learned my lesson
Your bitch gon' fuck someone you know after you get arrested
My nigga broke the street law with a 8 minute confession
God have mercy on his soul, pray he don't miss no blessings
Turnin' up with Killa all on Instagram we flexin'
I'll step one of you niggas, check one of you niggas
Get pissed on, get pissed off and bless one of you niggas
But wait, that's Lil' Kevin, loaded MAC-11
Tell the ho you're with that you'll disrespect me
But probably really won't ever
I run shit, no effort, walk by faith, I'm careless
No weapon formed shall prosper, I'm a god, nigga, be careful
Nigga slapped you, you ain't die 'bout it
So pussy nigga, whatever
When it's shots fired, I was outchea
Still ridin' 'round in my section
Heaven made me tailor-made, express image and likeness
Illuminated, my skin glow and a lot of niggas don't like it
Immortal, swearin' to me when they swearin' to God
They won't wake up tomorrow
Angels will follow, speak death from my lips
And I promise you this, you will lay in a coffin
Dominion over this outer realm, mojo power like Austin
Starbucks with K. Michelle, in the car sippin' my coffee
I meant to say Kira Michelle, excuse me if I had lost you
If a bitch bad with a thick ass, whip dick out while she talkin'
If we in the car and she get mad, won't kiss ass, she walkin'
My new thing I just grabbed, cocaine paint retarded
Nother wrapped dash with wood grain and the lamb skin like Spalding
Chris Porter at Auburn, Menace pickin' up when I called 'em
At the barbershop, a nigga Philly had me uncomfortable I won't argue
You ain't know Nook was in the back room
Go with your move, he gon' off ya
That same nigga that said I look at him like a big uncle
Hate you the most be the people that love you
Shit gets so disgustin', mothafucka

 

[fox69]

"Making Love"

"Making Love"


[Verse 1:]
Baby don't mind, I'm headed to the bottom
[?], just watch 'em
Make a left on East Buchanan, pull up in a backyard on Caroline
Me and Lil Ra Ra, we juugin' the city, at night I lick on her vagina
Shakira ain't want me to fuck with Sharita, backdoor Vicky with Dewana
Trappin' a package, I wrap it, get at me
When Dominique pull up, I serve, he leave happy
Shout out to Spanky, we floodin' the drought
We on College at IHOP and Cherish can't stand me
My pants is saggin' with 'bout 30 bands
Masquerade in New Orleans when I spotted Jasmine
Cedar pull up in Atlanta with Bizzy
That's Bread Winner business, that's Boobie and Menace
They land and say "Stand up" and eat niggas chests
RIP Reezy, uptown in my section
Fear of Allah and all praise be to God
Be my only protection whenever I'm steppin'
Callin' out to the creator
That earnings'll come from a bundle whatever
In the cell I can see all the pain in his eyes
And I wish I had somethin' to tell him

[Hook:]
And I'm married to my hustle, makin' love
And ain't nothin' in this world could break us up
And I'm married to my hustle, makin' love
And ain't nothin' in this world could break us up
Think about respectin', everything I said, I meant it
Racin' modification on the Maserati engine
Pull up on the block, my bad, I'm sorry y'all hatin'
Shittin' ordinary life, fuck all of y'all lately
Gazin' out the sunroof, wonder why she not performin'
This bitch don't wanna eat my dick, I told his ho don't bother
Pull over, kick her out the car, won't even tell her sorry
It's a long walk back to B.R.O. while in Georgia

[Verse 2:]
Awesome, we almost home
And them niggas you fuckin' with don't do no sparkin'
Don't do no talkin', I will not ever see death
Listen carefully, nigga, I'm flawless
Illuminated by the highpower
Enlightened but walk in the darkness
Cast not your pearls to the swine, young nigga
Rememberin' what I had taught you
I am the way and the truth and the light
And I've been up 40 days on a flight
Overcooked dope with a grams complexion
And first as the powder, was white
My oldest son lil' Tyler
Every time he 'round me he smilin'
And he know his dad'll turn this bitch to Afghanistan
No problem

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Marshall Mathers"

"Marshall Mathers"


Disassociating three's in the building
How they leave as we flee the scene a brief apparition of my agenda, I'm just being me
Prayers in the seed to an upper being, just free'd the team
On my knees reaching for fire flies, they got no wings
Bitch I fell in love will it meek it
After MILF or meaning [?] she was happy, I wouldn't sell her dreams
Now I'm selling things, with the stamp on it
Teflon wrapper, closed hamper, putting tax on it
Hated on for my inevitable success, still
Dealing with the devil I only know as myself
In the mirror I see God and that only God is myself
Prayers answer, closed caption, mr Mathers no distraction
In the kitchen, no whippin, straight drop is manufactured
For the few that choose to be un-recreative with a habit
I'm recreative with a habit as I resorted to dog food
Discombobulation, which ever way that you call it..

Sometimes I feel like Marshall Mathers
Good heart and prone to fuck up, my family hate me
Emotionally I'm scarred and what I love has betrayed me
Hate to say it sometimes I wish I wasn't created
Begging me to speak my mind, but don't like when I say shit
Still strong surrounded by you Pinocchio's
Feared being exposed by a product out of a broken home
Made believers out of men as I approach the throne
Rappers grab for cover, I grab the cover of rolling stone
(sometimes I feel like Marshall Mathers..)

This goes out to those out there who hate to be alive
Searching for placement is being taken by surprise
Besides, its hard tryna always find the fun in they jokes
Always ended up the butt of they jokes
Contemplation of a ending with this pistol to my temple
Thinking if I pull this trigger will I sin and take my misery away
Or would I just be killing me in vain
Relationship estranged, shorty asking how I deal with it everyday
Magazine filled, single mission or army
Up in the arms with a mini and rip the arm of a target
Two time is talking, one coughing: the coffin called ya
[?]
I'm in the Boston market where niggas beefing from both sides
Detroit's fine, searching for a line, all the dope dry
Talented, ghetto niggas looking for work
Conviction facing, most of them go n get it out on the curb
Absurd...

Good heart and prone to fuck up, my family hate me
Emotionally I'm scarred and what I love has betrayed me
Hate to say it sometimes I wish I wasn't created
Begging me to speak my mind, but don't like when I say shit
Still strong surrounded by you Pinocchio's
Feared being exposed by a product out of a broken home
Made believers out of men as I approach the throne
Rappers grab for cover, I grab the cover of rolling stone
Sometimes I feel like Marshall Mathers..
Sometimes I feel like Marshall Mathers

 

[fox69]

"Mexico"

"Mexico"


I don't get tired

[Hook:]
I’m either cooking dope or selling dope
Come and get it if you lookin, I ain’t stretching though
Snowing on the bluff, I’m tryna catch a slope
Up under your house, tryna listen with a stethoscope
That gangsta shit, that ain’t the shit you ready for
How I’m coming with the drum and you would never know
I dress up like a woman and then let it go
Narco trafficante, cocaina come from Mexico

Double cups of the syrup, back to back, bad move
Matter fact shawty say she like my tattoos
I don't smile, South side Baton Rouge, had it wild coming up
Didn't happen over night, took a while coming up
So and so? broke my jaw with the flash light
All because I ain't want make my pockets look like bunny ears
Killed a nigga, broke and ran, piss running down my leg
Went and hid the gun behind Ms Connie house
Out my business, learnt how to keep my partners out
Sip ya tea pussy don't know what you talkin bout
Fresh philly, with the line that rashad cut
Bought cars for my team now we all up
Get out of line with my team and we all bust
Cutting up bad, thumbin through the bands, Simon Miller pants, hanging off my ass
9 milli 38 don't make me do the hammer dance

[Hook]

Bricks to the South, Bito and Bryan
South 14 let the house gettin off
Redid the nova, shawty took it and then got lost on my nigga damn
Now I'm wishin I could talk to my nigga
Feds snatch Eazy, he should've ran
I wasn't lucky I got picked up with the blam
Tell the Coroner if it wasn’t for they pussy ass boy from the start being loyal but they wasn’t fam
Cocaine when it's good it be jumping back
I'm getting 2 whole things tryna run a land
When its all out war, I don't understand
Look a nigga in the eye if he under hand
Dump a rack, get em snatched like a fucking man
Hard to move by yourself lot of killer ants
Wishing I could turn back set of different hands
Nothing bigger than the B, I got different plans

[Hook]

I ain't running up a shift yard
30 shots out the tec before it jam
Fist fought, live raw, diving in my bitch car
Shoulder and my lip caught hell on the pitch fork
What they doing? Satin screaming "Kevin where you going?"
You don't see all of these bad bitches I got for you
Want you to get that pussy raw and don't have no abortion
Diggin in your pocket, court appointed, child support you
Spend all your money then go broke, you know I support you
Ride with that pistol police catch you, then gon adios you
Then I'ma laugh while you in jail and act like I don't know you
Go rob that nigga over there, know he ain't got it on em
Cars pulling up, supplying em while on the corner
Graduated to your own trap, somebody try you, fire, make them take a long nap
Aye, you graduated to your own trap? Open fire nigga try, you take a long nap

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Million Dollar Dreams"

"Million Dollar Dreams"


[Hook:]
I'm having million dollar dreams
I'm dreaming of a million dollar night
First class on the flight
Funny we a lot alike
Screw when I'm sleep
Tryna make it come to life
Talkin go and get whatever
Funny we a lot alike

The blocks crooked
No rock music the cops lookin
The rock pusha
The fiends sprung with they tongue out
Old school, old shoelaces
When he's strung out
Object of the trap
Keep crack and never run out
Gun out, whoever grab a pack an try to run out
Hard to do
Get your barbecue rib done out
Fire on the drivers till the tires spun out
A.Ks expand like a band
Drum out
Trumpets in the new four runner
Don't make me come out
See the polices chargin in a charger
Put the blunt out
God please
Guard me
From the ungodly
Accelerated rate of livin
Young hardly
Saw the digits, lost interest
Then the funds caught me
Now it's money over everything
The fun lost me
Million dollar dream got me wanna bleed the block
Gotta flee the scene every timer he people hot

[Hook x2]

I'm a pimp in my own mind
This without a suit
Dicks need a fix, this a bitch she a prostitute
She a college student
Impolite girl
Vanessa Carlton, kee handler white girl
I got tonight like a strip joint
Cold fetish
Brown shoes booth soundproof
No glow betta
V.I.P booth soundproof get it glow betta
Black lights hit the glow make it glow extra
I'm feelin so special, I'm bein nice to y'all
I coulda hit you with a sip of a nice and tall
Rightful talk what you know bout that
Schoolboys and fake rappers don't know bout that

[Hook x2]

I'm the orchestrator, I'm a make a movement
Great choosin let us pray make em take communion
Make me lean off. Then they sleep soft
And wake up the next day with they sleeves off
Like "where the hell am I?
An who the fuck are you?
Hey that's my girlfriend! Why is she sucking you?"
Cause I'm a millionaire a real millionaire
Throw to the soul and all I did was stick a pill in there
You got off too
With a fat chick
Groanin moanin on the camera phone gettin her ass licked
You know, bad built
With the bad tits
Phat trick givin all his money to a fat bitch

[Hook x2]