Kevin Gates - Childhood lyrics

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Ft. BWA Kane

(Verse)

I spent my childhood in a wild hood

I dropped out when I was 14

Backed out o' that

Found I could spend a rack for a oh of cream

Then I added three grams of baking soda, I be doin' my thing

And now the O head get nagged at me, I be bout my dream

I live a thug life like 2Pac, and a homie should

And I ain't talkin' bout no marathon, but I run my hood

And the only thing I wish is a nigga would

Me and So-Low post photos smokin' backwoods

I got the black pistol on me right now, but my lawyer Jewish

(Hook)

I had 200, 80 gram, Gucci mash all the cash

If it take ya too long to lock up then bring it back

I had 200, 80 gram, Gucci mash all the cash

If it take ya too long to lock up then bring it back

(Verse 2)

I done took loss, we real bosses way before our time

Some of these street niggas here bombin', they bomb my lines

I put the new ice in the new watch just to froze my time

I got some young shooters that'll gonna shoot you if you cross that line

Free all the big homie and the lil homie that doin' time

I'm just here to tell you I'm more than happy these rap niggas lyin'

(Verse 3)

Off the phone with Jizzl, one of my nickles hot as a missile

Couldn't believe it, no surprise, death to my eyes, bitch, I need it

Try to deceive me, olly through dixie

Led him to Dre, told him the business

Told him I'm straight but I'm deceivin'

Lawyer on deck, get him a 50

(Verse 4)

Dropdown fridge on the work with the generator runnin'

Hustle like a dawg tryna generate the money

Earth came flippin' on the block, keep pumpin'

Rocks keep bumpin', straight (fucking radio presenter)

Breakin' up whore, let the state PD hit it

Drop it on the skip, point two, 2 niggas

Young nigga watchin' all the otha niggas get it

Started jankin' new J's, heard you bought some new titties

(Verse 5)

Oh, that's a bet, all them diamonds bbs

In my hood, I got respect

13 with a rest attack (?)

I will be just like Lee Lucas

Sellin' chickens, steady hoopin'

I say hoopin'?! I mean ballin'

Diamonds in my muslim towdee

(Verse 6)

Gucci boots that glue with belts

Check night and just do it

I was locked up with Big Rufus

Tellin' Reggie Miller a shooter

Hittin' for the pamper on dizzy come up(?)

That witta flood the whole tilt

You niggas know my jack would neva make no rat nigga look cute

Woah