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knowledge, yeah
See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah
So how I'm 'posed to love, girl? Now how I'm 'posed to fear? Yeah
I talk

gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I fuck

us back back back
I'm glad that we back back
That we found our way back back back
To love
I'm absolutely blown away by what God has done in my life

Ayy, ayy, Richard Millie watch, hundred K on the drop
I'm a rich young nigga still running from the cops
Nigga go catch a body for this young don

Life talking to me nice
Hendrick's with the ice
Need a hundred M's fore I walk into the light
I don't give a fuck what it means
I just want the love

drunk text and protest
And still you coming home to feel a grown man
So my love is always hard body
Let’s be the only reason you around huh
By the way

love is
I'm full blown with the bars and it's fate that's it
And I come into the game in any space I fit
Said you can't sleep on my name or the way I

to you)

I don't wanna go on a mad one
Them say something I can't come back from
Frontways, sideways, cowgirl, backshots
Mr. Miyagi, wax off, wax on
I

back into my arms
Brought me back from the temple made of darkness
That I built around my heart
Now these halls is as empty as your quiver
Shot by love

I don’t want to be in love with Catherine
Blinded by her intellectual aura
I don’t want to be in love with Catherine
Mesmerized by her womanly touch

the police
Get it good girl, use your knees
I love them brainiacs
Yeah, my last ho had a few degrees (for real)
Back on my Compton shit
Demonic how I

memory
Remember Decembers when eye sockets were more like ember sleeves
Vintage dreams in capsules built by enslaved forbidden screams
Posed by griots, I

Oh No
(Written by: Katt Rockell, Produced by: Richard Younglord Frierson)

Chorus:
Oh No - Now I'm going under.
You know just how to get inside.
Oh

into a royal suite
Drinking Suntory whiskey by Alona Beach
I'm just a young nigga chasing all my wildest dreams
Coming from nothing until I crash this

in a palace, cost a Richard Mill'
Caught so many seasons back, I caught a fisher's deal
I fly over the Atlas for a pitcher field
Day one, I been

I'm in the building with all of my niggas you know that I knew 'em from way way back
These niggas all in the same race track I was just trynna make

Pourin' the Syrup

Kevin Gates

Luca Brasi, Vol. 2: Gangsta Grillz

2014

I owe you one nigga
Brookstown Richard, that's my little brother
Everytime I think about him, gotta tell him that I love him
Praying to the Lord

bought me a mothafuckin Richard
I turn a good girl into a vixen
Boss up a city girl feel like I'm diddy
Hoes wanna fuck pockets fat like I'm biggie
I fuck

I came back from tour too drunk to sleep in the backseat
Told a girl that I missed her then blamed Hennessy
But my bro’s with his family out in

the pot, melt it down, whip it back, let it lock
And now I make hits, I can shut this shit down when I want
I tell Kev, tell Colin, "Let it drop"
Rise it

Speaking by my lingo so they don't know what I'm saying
Militant with my gangsters we know what we facing
We rolled his OG up homie now we get to face it

not be good for her, but I'm real to her
Got no time for her, but give Richard Mille to her
That's the only way I know how to express love
My dawgs

if I
Listen to it enough, I could map
A way out" Before we exit
They agree Ocean will come back later
This evening to work on
It pharrell is attending

Know
I be the boy with the better flow
The way I battle
I battle like I'm a swingers
From here to Plymouth
The streets love what The Movement delivers