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Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Songwriter
London Jae
London Jae
Songwriter
Norman Payne
Norman Payne
Songwriter
Go Grizzly
Go Grizzly
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Will
John Will
Mixing Engineer
DJ Choose
DJ Choose
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Go Grizzly
Go Grizzly
Producer

Lyrics

Get up on my level, get up on my level Get up on my level, get up on my level Free my dawg out the slammer Love my children and they mamas (hold on) Stay clutchin' my hammer (it won't be long) Say they killers and I'm one of them (I'm one of them) No love for the weak Only the strong survive these streets I put myself out of reach Got tired of peelin' off the leeches You could cover all these scars up in diamonds, but it's still gon' hurt (Still gon' hurt, yeah) Say you love me, well, show mе that shit for real (show me it for real) Can't play with lovе 'cause that type of shit get you killed (get you killed) You can cover all your scars up in diamonds, but it's still gon' hurt (still gon' hurt) Beefin' with my chick while I'm in jail (I'm in jail) Try not to click out 'bout restriction, can't make bail Mazi gone, but all is well (all is well), I ain't called in minute, ain't balled in a minute Can't wait to see them stars in the ceilin', free all of my hittas Reachin' this chain, I'm whackin' your people, I'm with all that Saw you for who you is, I ain't hesitate to fall back (fall back) Mm, finally back to myself again I ain't lending no help again Only chasin' paper, the women come when you get them wins Focusin' on my health again, reinventin' myself again Maintainin' my element, 63 that AMG, I vroom Leaving 'em in the wind, heard they sleepin' on me I'm cool, they ain't on my level then (get up on my level) Slowly pacin', goin' places Imitators hate me 'cause I know they fakin' (get up on my level) Sittin' up at the top, this spot was open, vacant One foot in the game, my soul is not for takin', no, no Free my dawg out the slammer Love my children and they mamas Stay clutchin' my hammer Say they killers and I'm one of them No love for the weak Only the strong survive these streets I put myself out of reach Got tired of peelin' off the leeches You could cover all these scars up in diamonds, but it's still gon' hurt Say you love me, well, show me that shit for real (for real) Can't play with love 'cause that type of shit get you killed (killed) You can cover all your scars up in diamonds, but it's still gon' hurt I might not know too much 'bout flossin', I could tell you about heartache (heartache) Dirty clothes, dirty sneakers, gettin' teased, having hard days (hard days) Comfort everybody out there seekin' peace through the heartbreak (heartbreak) (heartbreak, yeah-yeah) Sometime I'm not at ease, it's hard to sleep while my scars heal (scars heal) Offer help while winnin', everyone willin' to lend a hand (work) You fall off on your ass, forget it, you better not ask (for real) Overlookin' the water while water moccasins pass If a snake drivin' your boat, ain't no need of mowin' the grass (ooh) Friends leakin' songs, okay, I know it, my bad (I did, my bad) Major mistake in trustin' when they intentions was bad Scored out the trenches, resilience they never had (never do that again) Be who you tryna be but you can't compete with my swag (oh-whoa) Slowly pacin', goin' places Imitators hate me 'cause I know they fakin' (get up on my level) Sittin' up at the top, this spot was open, vacant One foot in the game, my soul is not for takin', no, no Free my dawg out the slammer Love my children and they mamas (hold on, it won't be long) Stay clutchin' my hammer Say they killers and I'm one of them (I'm one of them) No love for the weak Only the strong survive these streets I put myself out of reach Got tired of peelin' off the leeches You could cover all these scars up in diamonds, but it's still gon' hurt (Still gon' hurt, yeah) Say you love me, well, show me that shit for real (show me it for real) Can't play with love 'cause that type of shit get you killed (get you killed) You can cover all your scars up in diamonds, but it's still gon' hurt (gon' hurt) (Go Grizz) (Ain't that DJ Chose over there?) (Mm, look like DJ Chose)
Writer(s): Kevin Gilyard, Kevin Price, Jaucquez Lowe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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