Rumors
Kevin Gates
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Yeah, say, Dick, where you at? Ayy, I'm about to come get in your face (Ayy, find me two niggas) (Find me the one that can say he stuck his dick in me) (And find me the one that can say I told on him) (You could blow my brains out) God forgive me, I'm a sinner License plate reader, pray this contraption block the signal Built a case on me, mailed it, but bullets did not get delivered Face brrt, my signature, envelope return to sender .32 off the magazine, MAC-11, awkward feeling Dealers bad, Polo, T, they was there for me, I can feel it Whole unit held nuts on me talkin' 'bout me to play they bitches Whole unit would duck on me, when it's up, I'm in the trenches Me and Stroke great minded, Carlo windows tinted, mind your business When it's unimportant to you, you don't even give a mention Keep my name in his penis seater, he must be in his feelings Luca Brasi, big general, reaching blocks to my lieutenant Set the tone in the interview, they tune in and say it's healing Willie Chisme a lobby, please, I just said a prayer for Gillie Old friend, big brother snitching and he ain't get him injured Before you speak on me, look, please go find me them two niggas Find me one who stuck dick in the other one I sent to prison Shell catcher, smell like fingernail polish when it krrt Paramedics, yeah, put the yellow tape around the trap When we was chirrin' Too much cup, we accidentally caught a hat Told my uncle no more fast lane, he told me you'll be back He told me you ain't commit murder, lil' one did that to hisself Coca-cola, soda bath, yoga class to make it stretch My conscience be messin' with me Make me think I need some help, hmm Just turned on the digit in the kitchen by myself made Stand up you ain't got two heads under your belt and pick your pants up Zip something in the can, I know how to- off the handcuffs Calling home to Boobie, bought me 'cause I ain't walk with no cowards Exed out one of my partners 'cause he don't keep it one thousand Used to share each other clothes over products or public housing Only rock with the real, really solo how I be rocking One day I pray to God to send me beaucoup bricks of powder Taught us (?) Boiling water, I got power Two black eyes, a broken nose, when I had fought 'cause I got crowded Nowadays for he who try and catch your mom and upside down Graduated to Waffle House, back then it used to be McDonald's Hmm, Creative Recreations, pima cotton and Polo collars Hmm, drop the ball cap, pull up, park the whip pop out it Monster status, silver back You got to yard under the towers Long as I'm here, make sure Mucho and Mazi still receive they flowers After this, might send a blitz, go talk to God and take a shower
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Written by: James Anthony Ellison, Jonathan Michael Tempesta, Marcellus Kevin Gates, Melvin Stubbs, Tevin Revell
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