Paid In Full (Help)
Kevin Gates
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Yo what up, thug? Man what that is, love Ayyy look this some of that exclusive, you heard me? You know, this some of that You know that luxury ride two type of shit, you heard me? Check this out Sick man grinding hard, hard to switch lanes Aviators, sleep-deprivated, ain't ate in six days Had a belief and we team never believe in me Begin to be misleading they measly, had the shift changed You niggas shit brained 'Cause you believe anything you see on TV without going there Seeing homeless, right around the corner Hungry, starving, underprivileged Needing garments, but'll bargain with the dealer fixing fixes I'm a god to these niggas God-willing I'll depart with my winnings Play it smart or be caught up in the system Beat the odds, odds in, my dogs seekin' a pardon Poker stare, I wasn't playing fair, I threw my cards in My nigga wifed a B, I treat her like trash Thinking this ain't have to happen had he never made me mad I'm saying though, you like to fight? You can fight for your life, don't play with me See a lot of niggas don't be knowing I be doing real shit, ya heard me You're now rocking with ya boy Kevin Gates I'm just tryna be your favorite rapper, that's it What's the point of having soldiers if you can't use 'em? You know the Puerto Rican kid, you know be popping wheelies and shit Sell a lot of coke, what the f*ck I do, man Nigga know wassup, I'm tryna get paid in full Bread Winner street game, look who in the air chillin' Flare the pistol, now the paramedics gotta airlift him Wings on the skull, what I tell to the judge Not demonic but it symbolized as hell from above Got a cell-button bug, paper trail never budge Assailant selling drugs, never tell on the plug I'm a thug, what that mean? True hustler, under God Tuck something under arm, percussion for who harm Muzzle swarm no discussion, concussion make it hard to talk When he not thinking or walk when he not breathing Quality street music, which targets the law beaters Paw grieving, Lord please be with the mother of this motherfucker Led by assumption, only right that the metal touch you Safe to say Kevin Gates is a motherfucker Luca Brasi I thank y'all for, you know, sitting through the lecture, you heard me? I love each and every one of y'all on a personal basis I wouldn't say that if I ain't mean that That mean I really do mean that, I really do mean that Mane, what the f*ck you looking at me like that for? Bitch, what you want do something I'm just fucking with you, thug life Now go 'head 'fore I put that iron on yo' pussy ass I'm out, I'm out, I'm out, thug
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Written by: Kevin Jerome Gilyard
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