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Don’t Panic – Kevin Gates

[Verse 1:]
Fuck the rap game, I won’t get it like G
Put me on the block, go to thuggin’ like E
Think I’m goin’ back but free my nigga [?]
Me and gunner, 9th innin’, just beat a life sentence
Anyone of you lil’ boys on the yard, throw the coffee in your face
While your wife stick a knife in your kidney
Bitch I’m goin’ crazy, goin’ all gangsta
9 milli’s slangin’, [?]
MAC 11 rangin’, jumpin’ out, walkin’ up on blocks
40-50 shots, I’m a clean a nigga’s clock
Everybody gettin’ whopped when we hop out
Pussy better not cry now
Nigga where we from it’s the code that we live or we die by
Grrrrrat, nigga, bye bye
No police up in the business when you get a shot and miss it
50 niggas from New Orleans come and turn around the city

[Hook:]
What’s happenin’? Don’t panic, don’t panic
We ’bout to… get ’em dead, don’t panic, don’t panic
Wasn’t thinkin’ ’bout a jewel and nigga showed off
Couldn’t use your brain, now you gotta get ’em blowed off
Dog, get a call, everything for the scram
Don’t panic, don’t panic
Fuck bein’ friendly, nigga say what’s on your mind
I’m bein’ quiet, I got murder on mine
I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine
Killin’ what I love, I got murder on mine
Fuck bein’ friendly, nigga say what’s on your mind
I’m bein’ quiet, I got murder on mine
I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine
Killin’ what I love, I got murder on mine

[Verse 2:]
Team strong as a bitch, layin’ law down
Everything feel the business, lay ’em all down
Auto manslaughter but you never thought it out
Curse, kill ’em all, let the lord sort ’em out
F&N point short, let the spark haul ’em out
This what war ’bout, nigga, fuck that
Meek men is gonna [?], we already died twice
God in my heart when I gave back life
I was coolin’, I was tryna live a laid back life
Now my kids gotta see me in the pen or the grave
Real street nigga, no pen to the page
I will beef with you anywhere, any place
Ugly ass btich better fall back
Keep my name out your mouth or get your hard hat
Raps are the enforcer, I meant to say the landlord
Better yet, let me let them rubber bands talk

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[Verse 3:]
I don’t mind doin’ time, I’m a doin’ time vet
Hustle in the jailhouse, bread, wanna bet?
BWA, this is not BMF
Everything around me convicted already
Pull my clique together, built it from the inside
Penitentiary rules in effect
You lil’ boys go to jail but you don’t know how to fight?
Ain’t no guns back here, don’t know how to make a knife
Stand tall on my own, I don’t gang bang
I done seen it go bad on the chain gang
Seen niggas gang raped by their own gang members
Cliquin’ up with other gangs and they kill their own nigga
Seen a nigga on a visit huggin’ on his wife
Get back to the cell, he another nigga’s wife
Everyone that say salamu alaikum ain’t your brother
Come to my respect, I’m a die overnight

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Get Up on My Level – Kevin Gates

Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level (love)
Get up on my level (up there)
Get up on my level (up there)
Get up on my level (up there)
Get up on my level (up there)
Get up on my level (up there)

Tongue kissing, I’m fight in public
Can’t see you niggas
No feelings, ain’t no bitch I’m trusting
Can’t see you niggas
Faces that she make, disgusting
Can’t see you niggas
Throwing dick inside her stomach
Can’t see you niggas
Cause hurt cause I’ve been hurt before
Can’t see you niggas
Love don’t live here anymore
Can’t see you niggas
Racks spent on designer frames
Can’t see you niggas
Rocking shades to hide the pain
I can’t see you niggas

Money ain’t shit
Got it all day, get it all day
Hoes y’all chase, wanna fuck me
The things you niggas brag about, ain’t shit to me
I feel it’s only right to say

You niggas need to get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
You niggas need to get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level

Ain’t squealed when the polices took me
Can’t see you niggas
‘Fraid to death in Central Booking
Can’t see you niggas
Lick was for my team, I took it
Can’t see you niggas
Not thinking they would play me pussy
I can’t see you niggas
Talked about when I’m not looking
Like Stevie Wonder
Play with keys while making music
Like Stevie Wonder
Smiling bright throughout my struggle
Like Stevie Wonder
Rich as shit, but can’t see nothing
Just like Stevie Wonder
Money ain’t shit
Got it all day, get it all day
Hoes y’all chase, wanna fuck me
The things you niggas brag about, ain’t shit to me
I feel it’s only right to say

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You niggas need to get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
You niggas need to get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Get up on my level

Going hard for em in the paint
Never had a real family
That nigga I call daddy
I never had a real daddy
They was already making music, I just added rap talent
Came out of prison, pursuing my dream
Now everybody mad at me
I ain’t never tried to diss y’all
All I ever did was tell the truth
Pray every one of y’all artists make it
Don’t or do, I still salute
Got real niggas from New Orleans
All they do is clip corners
Mad men don’t make statements
You bigger than that, that’s phony
Want every nigga that rap, from Louisiana to make it
Medication, that meditation, it elevating the greatness
I’m not bothered by your dissin’
You was in your feelings
Gave you niggas my all and you mistreat your nigga

Now I can’t see you niggas
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Love don’t live here anymore
I can’t see you niggas
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Love don’t live here anymore
Now I can’t see you niggas
Get up on my level
Can’t see you niggas
I can’t see you niggas
Karma comes right back around
And you’ll get what you did to me
Oh I can’t see you niggas
And love don’t live here anymore
I can’t see you niggas
Karma comes right back around
And you’ll get what you did to me
You’ll get what you did to me
Karma comes right back around
And you’ll get what you did to me
I can’t see you niggas
What you did to me
Karma comes right back around
And you’ll get what you did to me

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Bet I’m on It (Feat. 2 Chainz) – Kevin Gates

Lirik lagu: Bet I’m on It (Feat. 2 Chainz)

[Hook: Kevin Gates (2 Chainz)]
Whip through the dash
Some thing on my wrist is blinging
Got a bad bitch in my ride
But the whole time I’m still thinking
(Bet I’m on it
Bet I’m on it
This ain’t no motherfucking lease, I bet I own it)
Smoking green and I’m leaning out the liter
I’m the flyest nigga living in the whip while I’m still thinking
(Bet I’m on it
Bet I’m on it
This ain’t no motherfucking lease, I bet I own it)

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Respect none of your lies
Got a tampon on my line
P H lovers on offset but pussy hater good try
Double sip, double cup, double parked it this time
Double taking, taking place on a double date, she got ass shots
Bartender she can have shots, take her home give her back shots
Hustle really hard never made it with a sport
Five hundred four grams and you never woulda thought
Eighteen ounces made it with a fork
Loved in the hood but I’m hated in the court
When the ball hit the rim that’s a miss
Come to think about it wait, that’s a brick
Three hundred eight balls coming, no assist
Aw here we go again, mind on dope again
Cuffs on my wrist tell the [?] I don’t know again
Insecure about his ho again
Foreign on them inches take your bitch cause she was taking interest
Ladle licker neighbor kisser [?] from the area

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I ain’t with all the arcades
Stalked her out like a shar-pay
Fucked your girl for an appetizer then fucked again for an entree
Southside where I came from, murder rate on the rise
Niggas will murder for food they might as well hold up a sign
I get minez, spell it with a “z”
Niggas sleeping on me: z, z, z
I wake them niggas up, take them niggas’ cut, ate them niggas’ lunch, EBT
See my movements is a movie, good head soothes me
And I love group sex, hell yea I’m a groupie
If sex is a weapon, hit her ass with that Uzi
Told her to wipe me down, hit her ass with that Boosie
Then we got trippy, hit her ass with that Juicy
Had sex with her raw, hit her ass with that sushi

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I Need It – Kevin Gates

[Intro:]
Turn it up, let me hear it
Turn it up, let me hear it, Oh DUMB

[Hook:]
I need it up in my life
Every night I get on my knees ask but
Heaven ain’t been speaking back (speaking back)
I need it up in my life
This goes out to every ghetto every project who know losing’s not an option
I need it up in my life (yeah)
All this money cars and clothes
You know I’m balling out control, on you hoes

[Verse 1:]
They attempt to label me inhumane
I believe in God but not your God
Last nigga got outta pocket on the wrong decor got broke off
What the fuck is up with these A&Rs
Criticizing music they can’t make
Poking fun at my struggles I don’t find shit funny
I live in places that ain’t safe
2008 I got my leg blown off
Any given day could get my head blown off
Rest in peace to Tyree Edwards
Bullet in his head got his head blown off
Tried school was a great kid
Academically I excelled in it
Grew up poor got teased a lot
Cause my school clothes had a smell in ’em
Same shirt four weeks straight
On the block grinding, got sales in ’em
Juvenile detention my case worker said I might be headed for a crash course
No father figure role models up in prison all my jump shots hit the back board
Head-on collision, not watching while I’m steering
No air bag, head hit the dash board

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Approaching me and wanna shoot the shit
But pretend as if they’re here to help Gates
Behind my back in front of label heads
Saying “Kevin just won’t cooperate”
Missed flights, showing up late
I live life didn’t rap about it
No time to live, my time for them
How the fuck I’m gon’ rap about it
Speak the truth or rap around it
And in a wrap around I rapped about it
Tragic ending for some family members
In heaven sitting wishing I was with them
Instead I’m stuck in this hell on earth
With pretend friends who think of ways to get me
Couple niggas I loaned money
Said they got me and never get me
Tell a bitch no I’m never guilty
Still ain’t got no guilty feeling
Always telling me what I should do different
But can’t explain why they ain’t winning
My own blood just turned against me
In disbelief I’m like “not true”
Devastated, got caught off guard
When I seen the switch I’m like “not you”

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