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Kevin Gates -Tryna Yea [Official Audio]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Vocals
Beatmonster Marc
Beatmonster Marc
Programming
Yung Lan
Yung Lan
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Milan Modi
Milan Modi
Songwriter
Vincent Miller
Vincent Miller
Songwriter
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
Marcus Marsh
Marcus Marsh
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kieran Lasker
Kieran Lasker
Assistant Engineer
Beatmonster Marc
Beatmonster Marc
Producer
Yung Lan
Yung Lan
Producer

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I knew somethin' was up when they took me to Livingston jail My bond was three-hundred thousand Trick was up there in thirty minutes with forty bands, you heard me? 'Cause I go back to them niggas in the Feds We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed I get sick, go to gettin' rid of meds Outta work, call him, hoppin' outta bed Don't know how many times I don' bein' sick Don't know how many times I prayed and bumped my head I got that ice in my mouth, I spend some bread And it ain't cheatin' if I wanna get some head I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah I break a brick down then I catch a cell I come in town then I get the mail Runnin' that fast pace always put me in last place I got a nigga from Champagne who wanna fuck with the campaign I just got rid of the last thang, put the Corvette in the fast lane I just took a trip to San Diego, hold up, I'm goin' too fast, wey Say I drive like Puerto Rico, I belong in a drag race Say I'm fuckin' on a deep throat, I don't remember her last name Say I stayed down, and I preyed on 'em and that when the cash came Givin' a check to the gas man, pourin' a pint in the gas tank Runnin', I might pull a hamstrang I know they probably won't blame Gates, already underwent hard strain Cover your hand at the card game 'Cause I go back to them niggas in the Feds We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed I get sick, go to gettin' rid of meds Outta work, call him, hoppin' outta bed Don't know how many times I don' bein' sick Don't know how many times I prayed and bumped my head I got that ice in my mouth, I spend some bread And it ain't cheatin' if I wanna get some head I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah You know I painted a bad picture, I gotta do all the ass kissin' I have been labeled a crash mission, I take her then maybe she act different Poor now, deal wit' her ass different, pretendin' she don't miss the last nickel Pullin' it out from the bag, hittin' it, temperature feelin' like Carol City Energy wrong, you on your own, I'm 'bout to go in like four minutes I get so sick of my phone clickin', gotta deliver a whole chicken My life's a movie I'm on glisten, visible set, they all hit Crackers smile all around this bitch and I just deliver the cold shiver I'm reminiscent of those feelins I am not runnin' from no nigga I am not fuckin' with gold diggers I got you covered, I'm on business Summer, it's snowin' the whole visit Strawberry haze, don't whisper Meanin' it's loud, I'm outta town, not on the ground, I'm in the cloud 'Cause I go back to them niggas in the Feds We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed I get sick, go to gettin' rid of meds Outta work, call him, hoppin' outta bed Don't know how many times I don' bein' sick Don't know how many times I prayed and bumped my head I got that ice in my mouth, I spend some bread And it ain't cheatin' if I wanna get some head I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah
Writer(s): Kevin Gilyard, Vincent Delano Miller, Milan Sunil Modi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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