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Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Coleman
Jeremy Coleman
Songwriter
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
Rick Witherspoon Jr.
Rick Witherspoon Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jmike
Jmike
Producer
Mad Max
Mad Max
Producer

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No matter what, ain't no cryin' You ain't gotta tell me it hurt I know it hurt (no cryin') To lose somebody you really love and they not dead (no cryin') Suck it up and roll But you dead to me Yeah, yeah Love you with all my heart, I swear to God I do So I forgive you, I'll never forget what you did I'm not a human being And I came up from nothin' just imagine that Now I got my own, just imagine that Tried to take it from me, I went and got it back I lost day one, just imagine that Feelin' like it's all on me Soon as they fall, they gon' call on me I remember when they used to talk 'bout me These days now I got it all, just imagine that Like I remember when it wasn't nothin' with us Now it's retarded These days now I got it all Choppin' game with the President, we on a call Now we flyin' over Bogota I swear that I'm flyer, it ain't no denial I'm drownin', yeah, we goin' up Got another female say she want it right now Told her I ain't comin', you gon' have to pipe down I'm in the studio, I'm on the grind right now Like right now And I came up from nothin' just imagine that Now I got my own, just imagine that Tried to take it from me, I went and got it back I lost day one, just imagine that Feelin' like it's all on me Soon as they fall, they gon' call on me I remember when they used to talk 'bout me These days now I got it all, just imagine that I'm not a human being, but who do you believe? All praise be to God right now, I achieve I've been to hell and back, now I'm seein' different things And what we sippin' on, we never said it give you wings I don't get tired, I'm a billionaire, what you believe I'm a bread winner, tellin' Malcolm X rest in peace Lot of bred Japanese red stitch denim jeans I ain't scared of death, say you want it, yeah, we can squeeze You ain't ready, yeah When I'm alone in my trap, I would stare at the wall Listenin' to Biggie Smalls, I can't wait 'til I ball It's just me and my dawg, had a couple of flaws I was bad at savin' money 'til a dick got a broad I fell off, I got it In Brooks town in the bed with her lookin' at the roof I'm not opinionated, but I used to keep a tool Never had too many problems 'til I had too many partners Richard ever call a nigga back, he know I got him I put that on my body And I came up from nothin' just imagine that Now I got my own, just imagine that Tried to take it from me, I went got it back I lost day one, just imagine that Feelin' like it's all on me Soon as they fall, they gon' call on me I remember when they used to talk 'bout me These days now I got it all, just imagine that Open up to tell me why you frownin' up, time flies fast Thumbin' through the bands, countin' up I no longer post on Carolina, had to switch the route Turn the beat up, I ain't all beat in the drought I don't fuck with nothin' but some steppers, dope game veteran Cocaine seller, you got raw it move better Two grand, quinine, make the dog food better The one take a one, threw a mil', no pressure And I came up from nothin' just imagine that Now I got my own, just imagine that Tried to take it from me, I went and got it back I lost day one, just imagine that Feelin' like it's all on me Soon as they fall, they gon' call on me I remember when they used to talk 'bout me These days now I got it all, just imagine that
Writer(s): Marcellus Gates, Rick Witherspoon, Brittany Talia Hazzard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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