Клип Kevin Gates - The Law

Текст Песни Kevin Gates - The Law

Who'd ever thought that we'd make from the ghetto dreaming
Being light-skin when your momma Puerto Rican
I went to see the voodoo priest while dealing cocaine
Seeking protection from my foes know they always scheming
Santorini beads on my neck labelled the heathen
Point blank range (HOT) led burnt brains
Closed casket facetime jokes turnt strange
Tried to be away tired of being played
Took my talent down to South Beach, but I couldn't stay
Rumored that I signed a deal with Wayne
I was in the game
Held my weight every time I came, ask Mack Maine
Me and Bird communicate about the penitentiary
Hard to deal with pussy niggas I got two convictions
Everything I say the truth music to convince it
Rest in peace to Hank and Paul, ball like Rodney Vincent
Going days without eating Belaire had me skinny
Relationship with Tommy Ray a bunch of niggas envy
Some say he ain't as portrayed I be seeing different
V6 supercharged under key ignition
Lowkey windows tented chilling with my bitches
Nook I'm having second thoughts of who really with me
Cold game, cold heart this a cold sport
People say I'm chosen don't know what I'm chose for,
Graduated from the form my name emancipated
Court cases expired statute of limitations,
 type of shit get me high somewhat invigorating
Get it in 10 to 10 when I get to craving, 
eat the plate with the utensil then begin the scrape it
No expectation for you rappers I'm a Gucci man, 
yellow Vette me and Lito' bumping Gucci Maine
Start track, power it up back to the future
Beat me up, think fly make a niggah' shoot ya'
Seen alot of shit that never happened in the movies
Front page, newspaper game feeling foolish
Slow nights catching sales like we going fishing
Snow white on the scale break them down to nickels
Hustle in my pedigree they scared of my potential
Vicky momma kitchen steady messing up her dishes
Her brother never liked me, said he better not catch me slipping
But he don't know I step on shit I'm really bout my business
Hashtag GunnaGang big ol' pistol rip ya'
Sitting with the misses meant to say my mistress
Balenciaga shopping in the store they call me Mr
Free my cousin Armeis Way, free my nigga' Mister
When Rico Love talk to me bout' music, I just listen
Grind and don't get tired, that's how you shit on competition
Wishin' I had time to go and kick it wit' Lump,
Recordin' in Miami, recording out in Cali
Foreign women in sandals, in the nude I examin'
Fish plates, veggie lettuce wraps, Mocka check the trap
Lou that's my lil nigga' keep it going we forever that
Southside landlord hanging with guerillas
Dreka big fine ass naked in Chinchilla
Sir Issac Newton fashion jacket it just got delivered
You don't see this gat' I'm packin, flippin' in the rental
Remove the plate and spin the Benz while hangin' out the window
Doors open, hoppin' out and everybody get it
Bread Winners of the roundtable everybody winnin'
Thirsty disloyal career to get at everybody fitted
Whoever hang with ya' make sure everybody get it
Death in the family, damn everybody feel it
Holdin' my dick irritated, need some penicillin
Assumption as if the chick I'm lovin' wasn't fuckin niggas'
Complimented her to lift her up she wasn't fuckin' with it
Rub her feet, bathe her, kiss her soft, 
proceed to suck her titties'
To me she was a queen, but she want that other nigga'
Punchin' on her, disrespectin' her I guess she love that nigga'
Tears fall after my daughter's death, never even saw the steps
Trappin' in the streets, if it wasn't there then it was jail
You respect the dealer, I respect the one who didn't tell