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Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Songwriter
Patrick Carmelo
Patrick Carmelo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Will
John Will
Mixing Engineer
Patrick Carmelo
Patrick Carmelo
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

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Posted in the trenches in some shit I can't get out of We control the porch (control the porch) In Louisiana, of course (Louisiana) Young niggas feel like killin' a sport 'Til the mafia come take 'em to war Killed my brother, bullet sparks, he not breathin' (yeah) Heart steady beatin' If I was to say I didn't miss you, I'd be a damn liar (a damn liar) God works in mysterious ways, don't understand why (understand why) Talked to your mama and your sister from the jailhouse (jailhouse) When you died, I was doin' time, I couldn't bail out (bail out) Sometimes my stomach be hurtin' right by my waistband (waistband) Just finished prayin', look in the mirror, I see a man (amen) On all ten, I still stand, I see a great man (great man) Made a bunch of mistakes, I'm up in rank, I see a great man (great man) What happened with you, I ain't dare disclose, still ain't forgave myself Sometimes, I feel pussy when I'm alone and wanna blank myself Bitch, you know I'm posted in the nine and we steppin' now Let a nigga play, we take his family, make 'em second line All we know is one way, the dumb way Gun play, get your mama comin' outta church on a Sunday New-new slangin' H, got lil' Page in a chokehold Killer fire a hundred up and still can't leave the dope hole TNB reloaded, go through gunna for Cartel Bo (Cartel Bo, ohh) Mafia material, Virginia on a sailboat Numbers high around election time 'cause I don't sell dope On my way to take some flowers, gravesite in Winfield I just hit out ten to B.R., they want windshield Whippin' 'round the city, no security, I live here No, it ain't a dream, but I gotta do it big here Rock a lot of diamonds to let Mazi know I miss him If I was to say I didn't miss you, I'd be a damn liar (a damn liar) God works in mysterious ways, don't understand why (understand why) Talked to your mama and your sister from the jailhouse (jailhouse) When you died, I was doin' time, I couldn't bail out (bail out) Sometimes my stomach be hurtin' right by my waistband (waistband) Just finished prayin', look in the mirror, I see a man (amen) On all ten, I still stand, I see a great man (great man) Made a bunch of mistakes, I'm up in rank, I see a great man (great man) I don't need no one to hold me, all these women done got borin' African and Puerto Rican, they're teasin' me 'cause I'm foreign For the half, big ol' plug, I'm connected to the socket (to the socket) I don't need no drugs, they knowin' I'm out my body Is you thuggin' on your money, thug? You never caught a body But shout out to Lil Dooda, I seen him in that BMW Big chief, I give that order, he gon' honor me and punish you But they know you my son and I don't want no harm come at you I do this for real, I know you don't probably get it, yeah (get it, yeah) Monster in the trenches, positive while on the internet Big graveyard, lot of bodies under my belt I'm official from the shoulders, I know how to side step (woo) I did juvenile detention, I done did adult jail (all jails) Khaza, lil' tiger, I'm just makin' sure he taught well (taught that) Feedin' on respect, I'm makin' sure he taught that (taught that) Put the yellow tape up any way, you're gettin' chalked at If I was to say I didn't miss you, I'd be a damn liar (a damn liar) God works in mysterious ways, don't understand why (understand why) Talked to your mama and your sister from the jailhouse (jailhouse) When you died, I was doin' time, I couldn't bail out (bail out) Sometimes my stomach be hurtin' right by my waistband (waistband) Just finished prayin', look in the mirror, I see a man (amen) On all ten, I still stand, I see a great man (great man) Made a bunch of mistakes, I'm up in rank, I see a great man (great man) See a great man Been through transition, they all lyin' And it ain't how you approach, it's how you deal with love I respect the way you comin' honest, but I guard Luca Brasi, out here thuggin', uh I respect the way you comin', uh Luca Brasi, out here thuggin', uh
Writer(s): Kevin Gilyard, Matthew Paisley Mallia, Jaidyn Hallum Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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