Kevin Gates - The Law lyrics
rate me(Verse)
Who'd eva thought that we done made it from the ghetto dream?
Bein' lightskin when yo mother Puerto Rican
I went to see the voodoo priest while dealin' cocaina
Seekin' protection from my foes, know they always scheemin'
Santarean beads on my neck label the heathen
Point blank range, hot lead, burnt brains
Close casket, Facetime jokes, turnt strange
Tired bein' away, tired bein' played
Took my talent down to Soft Beach, but I couldn't stay
Rumor that I signed a deal with Wayne, I was in the game
Held my weight every time I came, ask Mack Maine
Me and Bird communicated by the penitentiary
Hard to deal with pussy niggas, I got two convictions
Everything I say the truth, music to convince it
Rest in peace to Iggy Bob, ball like Rodney Vincent
Gone days without eatin', barely had me skinny
Relationship with Time n Rell bunch o' niggas envy
Some say he ain't ask for trade, I be seein' different
D-6 Supercharge under key ignition
Low key wonders tenant chillin' with my bitches
Nuk, I'm havin' second thoughts on really with me
Cold game, cold heart, this a cold sport
People say I'm chosen, don't know what I'm chose for
Graduated from the fall, my name emancipated
Court cases expired, statute of limitation
This type o' shit get me high, somewhat invigorating
Get it in, 10 to 10, when I get the craving
Eat the plate with the utensil, then begin to scrape it
No expectations for you rappers, I'm a Gucci man
Yellow vet, me an 'Lito bumpin' Gucci Mane
Startrek, powered up, back to the future
Beam me up, think fly, make a nigga shoot ya
Seen a lotta shit that neva happened in the movies
Front page news paper, game feel influenced(?)
Slow nights catchin' sales like we goin' fishin'
Snow white on the scale, break 'em down to nickles
Hustle in my bed, agree scared of my potential
Bakin' momma kitchen, steady messin' up her dishes
A brother neva lightly say he bet' not catch me slippin'
But he don't I step on shit, I'm really bout my business
Hashtag, gunner game, big ole' pistol rip ya
Sittin' with the misses, meant to say my mistress
Ballenciaga shoppin', in the store they call me mister
Free my lil cousin Aeriusway, free my nigga Mista
When Rico Love talk to me bout music I just listen
Grindin', don't get tied, that's how you shit on competition
Wishin' I had time to go and kick it with Loc
Recordin' in Miami, recordin' out in Cali
Foreign women in sandals in the nude I examine
Fish plates, veggie lettuce wraps
Smoke and check the trap
Lu, that's my lil nigga, keep it goin', we fo'eva that
South Side landlord, hangin' with gorillas
Drika big fine ass naked in chinchillas(?!)
Sir Isaac Newton fashion jacket, it just got delivered
You don't see this gat , I'm back here flippin' in the rental
Ramuda playa spin the bill while hangin' out the window
Doors open, I been out and everybody get in
Bread winners of the Round Table, everybody winnin'
Gon' see, this lawyer critter gon' get everybody fitted
Whoeva ain't with ya, make sure everybody get it
Death in the family, damn, everybody feel it
The hole of my dick irritated, need some Penicillin
The suction, as if the chick I'm lovin' wasn't fuckin' niggas
Complementin' or the lift fo' up, wasn't fuckin' wid it
Rub her feet, bathe her, kiss her soft, proceed to suck her titties
To me she was a queen, but she want that otha nigga
Punchin' on 'er, disrespectin' 'er, I guess she luv that nigga
Tears fall after my daughter's death, neva even saw the steps Trappin' in the streets, I wasn't dead, I was in jai;
You respect the dealer, I respect the one that didn't tell
(I like to keep it in the game)
You respect the dealer, I respect the one that didn't tell
(See, I ain't gon' lie, yeah, my first daughter)
(When I lost her, it fucked me up, ya heard me?)
(But I thank it was when my grandfather die when I really)
(Went outside and said I'mma make the streets cry this year)
(Ya heard? I'mma make these bitches suffer!)
(And I had to rely, nigga ain't ready to suffer how I suffer)
(Fuck 'em)
Thanks to Jasz for correcting these lyrics
