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Excuse Me

Kevin Gates

Islah [Bonus Tracks]

2015

me)
I keep it movin', fuck what's not important
Excuse me, (whoa) it's a real nigga here with some money
Excuse me, (whoa) it's a real nigga here

plans to meet again but she flaked so I sent a message by ignoring hers that she continued to blast up into my phone with passive aggressiveness like

Lead me on your path O Lord
Guide me by your hand O Lord
Mold my heart by your Spirit Lord
As I walk today
Lead me on your path
Guide me by your hand

out We Don't Die! 
You're gonna rock the dead they never need the binds
They want to be with us and walk every day
So repeat these words that I say!

come around us
We can tell by the way that you walk
My boy be pushing prescription
You can't catch him slippin
He ducking the law
If I could record with

pack on me
Santa claus that boy walk with that sack on em
And im clean as a bitch bout a rack on me
Let her eat up the dick she can snack on it
Im cold

Speak Lyrics
Written by Felicia Cielo Reynozo
Produced by John Stratton
Verse 1:
My heart beats to your drum
My heart beats to your love
My soul

Kryptonite

3 Doors Down

The Better Life

2000

me Superman?
If I'm alive and well, will you be there and holding my hand?
I'll keep you by my side with my superhuman might
Kryptonite

You

rocked my world)
The rarest love who'd think I'd find
Someone like you to call mine

Hey pretty baby, with the high heels on
You give me fever like

who'd think I'd find
Someone like you to call mine
(You rocked my world)

Hey pretty baby with the high heels on
You give me fever like I've never, ever

Stop Complaining

Lyrics Born

Later That Day...

2003

on
Fucking you with your W-2, with his John Denver music on

"Hey..um.oooh, I love this one. Hey Lil? Can you get me the file on.?"
"Blah blah blah blah blah?"

that you get
Better with your age
Hip-Hop's a journal, I'm turning the page
Yo Buckshot

Everybody get the gauge
Don't play with me I ain't a video game

phase me
No wonder I had run away
Cause darling I'm not slowing down
Forget all longevity
One day I'll walk through this very town
With my head high you

not hip with the syntax
Been back, need dough for the six pack
Gotta heal like a dog when the wrist snap
Hang by the side of the goal
Because I pass

a j
Put on some synth wave
Mix sum for the hoes to hoe to
Now they flagging me down
They must be from P-Town
I can't fade the tricks
With fingerwaves

I can see him from my house
This old man John
He smiles like life is a gift
Black nails and blue fingertips
If I'm leaving by a train
Would you still

of the car
My weed’s in the back of the car
My weed’s in the My weed’s in the 

Just like John Cena them niggas can’t see me 
How a nigga how a nigga doing I’m

sinners put On you in the Holy Land

I'm Not Done
John 15:18
Says The World Hated You First
Judgement of others
Got me feelin' like I'm Cursed
Keep in mind

a
Principle
Cos my dick game invincible
If this was high school
You'd call me
Principle
I don't deal with no ridicule
Can't ask me 'bout
My A-game
I spit flames

Don't mess around with me and your friend John
You're better than that
You should care about him too

Screw your friends
You don't give a shit
You'll

either cappin or you rappin don't care what's on your head
Hats or a durag I'm a beanie with some bread
John Cena with the FU you can't see me cause I'm

Oh hey!
(Hey)
What you on today?
Got a nigga on that cron today
Happy with the city gettin turnt today
Oh wait!
(Wait)
It ain't gotta be my way
It's

while I say no homo
Gluck gluck, dats blow blow, in the back seat of my 03 Volvo
2 Milly plays with bro bro and you know we did that solo
Don't step to me

just business
I'm so wavy, I'm Pacific, If I wanna be specific
Ima kill it, John Wick it
Let me tell you 'bout these bitches
Lemme tell you 'bout these