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Kevin Gates
Fire
4,401
Hip-Hop
Fire was released on May 15, 2026 by Run It Up Records as a part of the album Lost Files - The Collection
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AlbumLost Files - The Collection
Release DateMay 15, 2026
LabelRun It Up Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

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Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
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Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
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Lyrics

Cuz make my beats, I'm straight with the tracks, cousin
You read on the track
Leave me in the cold
When you came to me, I could never tell you no
You fuckers no longer had a right to tell me nothin'
You keep stuntin', chrome dicks go to the belly button
My father told me keep it real 'cause I ain't here for stuntin'
I pull this trigger, it might hit you in your ear or somethin'
Quick to tell a **** fuck you, you ain't likin' me
That's why you be walkin', ain't no talkin' on the side of me
No, it ain't no walk in the park what you call easy
Been fell off my pivot, got up and I started eatin'
Low and hoarse turnin' the corner, my roof open
Purple so potent, you smell it like you smokin'
Seen but you see no frown
Lee like I'm Nino Brown
Fiends keep on comin' 'round
Keys come from out of town
Skis see the cheese and be cheesin', leave 'em
Emotion put my pockets on a freeze, tease 'em
Bank account Visa, jumpin' out a Beamer
Lookin' for a reason but they know I don't need one
I'm the type of **** be movin', go get my Gucci luggage
The groupies love it, say my belt don't match my Gucci, fuck it
My floozie grubbin' after the meal sits
Tellin' Travis 'bout her lips with the vacuum sealed tips
My name Kevin Gangsta
I'm like, I'm the man down here
I'm in demand down here
I'm like one of the hottest **** out here right now
Like, you know, truth be told
But I kept a humble approach in the game
And I never, I never let my, my character or
Whatever exceed my, my rapping capabilities
Flex fuel injection, pressin' hard on the pedal
Swoop through in a shh, it's whatever, my heart in the ghetto
Bag of jeans so the magazine ravel seams
Infrared see-through cartridge, my travel beam
New school vert convertin' the hard tops like
Ooh, the truth hurt, too perfect to fall off like
If I'm ever broke to the height of my disposition
My position will change and won't remain local
Now I'm like postal, see me on a poster
Hit you with the Hulk and you won't make it where you 'posed to
Rather die buried with figures shinin' my life away
Simple motherfucker, I concentrate if it's night or day
Give me all your green, bitch, I mean 'cause I said so
Two up in a twenty make me lean like my leg broke
Don't know how to let go
Heavy object holder, if you test me, I'ma show you
Take the desert out and stroke 'em
Cuz make my beats, I'm straight with the tracks, cousin
You read on the track
Leave me in the cold
When you came to me, I could never tell you no
Written by: Kevin Gates

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