Give It All I Got

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Kevin Jerome Gilyard, better known by his stage name Kevin Gates, is an American rapper, singer, and entrepreneur. He is currently signed to Bread Winners' Association with a partnership with Atlantic Records. more »

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From the driver side door, you take my pain
And you turn it into purpose you hold on to me
Sometimes you hold on to me, work, nigga

Work comin' in from a lot of different spots
Shift never over, soldiers workin' 'round the clock
I no longer gamble since my partna lost his top
I hustle through the pain, I just give it all I got
Foreign engineerin', I maneuver to the guap
Wishin' optimistic, this shit started over pots
Everybody 'round me got agendas, I be watchin' while they plot
Hustle through the pain, I just give it all I got

All the rejection, I'm catchin' hell, flashback and propel
Turn my pain into purpose, focal point to excel
Give me the funds, doin' crunches, shirt XXL
Prison lunches, doin' lunges in the back of a cell
Went to the penn and did a bid, I'm plugged wit' the cartel
I get roadside assistance, they deliver the bales
Punted shit for hours, sister, bodies under my belt
I'ma three-time convicted felon, fifty million in wealth
It's a hundred K a feature or go find someone else
I'm a Breadwinner don, bitch, I'm signed to myself
White Wraith in the slums, parked in front the projects
I don't hang where I'm from I just bought the projects

Work comin' in from a lot of different spots
Shift never over, soldiers workin' 'round the clock
I no longer gamble since my partna lost his top
I hustle through the pain, I just give it all I got
Foreign engineerin', I maneuver to the guap
Wishin' optimistic, this shit started over pots
Everybody 'round me got agendas, I be watchin' while they plot
Hustle through the pain, I just give it all I got

Congested, all my feelings, I learned how to compress 'em
Got over bein' neglected, used to hate my reflection
Scarred all over my body, brick layer finesser
Big timer, rim rider, brushed aluminum texture
Matte white soft close touch pull up, I'm flexin'
Private jet, fly correct, forty thousand, no pressure
Throwin' money at the stripper, order up and invest it
Put her legs up by her head, she do that wit' no effort
Crack a smile, my mouth illuminated, really on ice
Fly you in from outta town and put some dick in your life
Different methods disinfectin' different parts of my brain
Coulda went and saw a car but I went caught me a chain

Work comin' in from a lot of different spots
Shift never over, soldiers workin' 'round the clock
I no longer gamble since my partna lost his top
I hustle through the pain, I just give it all I got
Foreign engineerin', I maneuver to the guap
Wishin' optimistic, this shit started over pots
Everybody 'round me got agendas, I be watchin' while they plot
Hustle through the pain, I just give it all I got

Through the ups and the downs, pray I never have another
Ain't complain when it rain, 'cause I always had hustle
Give my baby son the game, pray he hold on to instructions
And be careful with them thangs, you can slip and start to love 'em

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