Tryna Yea
Kevin Gates
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I knew somethin' was up 'cause they took me to Livingston jail My bond was three-hundred thousand Drek' was up there in thirty minutes with forty bands, you heard me? This a throw back to them niggas in the Feds We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed I get sick, go to gettin' rid of meds Outta work, call him, hoppin' outta bed Don't know how many times I done been to Seg' Don't know how many times I prayed and bumped my head I got that ice in my mouth, I spent some bread And it ain't cheatin' if I wanna get some head I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna, yeah I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna, yeah I break a brick down then I catch a cell I come in town then I get the mail Runnin' that fast pace, always put me in last place I got a nigga from Champagne who wanna f*ck with the campaign I just got rid of the last thang, put the Corvette in the fast lane I took a trip to San Diego, hold up, I'm goin' too fast, wey Say I drive like Puerto Rico, I belong in a drag race Say I'm fuckin' on a deep throat, I don't remember her last name Say I stayed down, and I preyed on 'em and that when the cash came Givin' a check to the gas man, pourin' a pint in the gas tank Runnin', I might pull a hamstrang I know they probably won't blame Gates, already underwent hard strain Cover your hand at the card game This a throw back to them niggas in the Feds We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed I get sick, go to gettin' rid of meds Outta work, call him, hoppin' outta bed Don't know how many times I done been to Seg' Don't know how many times I prayed and bumped my head I got that ice in my mouth, I spent some bread And it ain't cheatin' if I wanna get some head I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna, yeah I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna, yeah You know I painted a bad picture, I gotta do all the ass kissin' I have been labeled a crash mission, I take her then maybe she act different Poor now, deal wit' her ass different, pretendin' she don't miss the last nigga Pullin' her hair from the back, hittin' it, temperature feelin' like Carol City Energy wrong, you on your own, I'm 'bout to go in like four minutes I get so sick of my phone clickin', gotta deliver a whole chicken Marvel's a movie I'm on glisten, visible set, they all hit Crack a smile around this bitch and I just deliver the cold shiver I'm reminiscent of those feelings I am not runnin' from no nigga I am not fuckin' with gold diggers I got you covered, I'm on business Summer, it's snowin' a whole blizzard Strawberry haze, don't whisper Meanin' it's loud, I'm outta town, not on the ground, I'm in the cloud This a throw back to them niggas in the Feds We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed I get sick, go to gettin' rid of meds Outta work, call him, hoppin' outta bed Don't know how many times I done been to Seg' Don't know how many times I prayed and bumped my head I got that ice in my mouth, I spent some bread And it ain't cheatin' if I wanna get some head I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna, yeah I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna, yeah I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna, yeah I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna, yeah
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Written by: Kevin Gilyard, Milan Modi
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