歌手:Internet Money
专辑:《B4 The Storm (Complete Edition)》

作词 : Kevin Jerome Gilyard
作曲 : Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr./Maxwell James Nichols/Kim Candilora
Kevin Gates：
Know what I've been going through lately
Sometimes I I get depressed
I might over eat or I might not eat
Sometimes I get to buying shit I don't even need
Clothes that I'm never gon' wear
I get to entertaining that all relationships are shit
Kevin Gates：
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out I had no option
Hit the cell or the block or the coffin
Had to make it out I had no option
Lock me up throw away the key
Ain't no care 'bout a nigga like me so I
Stack it up got this shit poppin'
Had to make it out I had no option
Kevin Gates：
I had just finished the prison stage
Without the presumption of innocence
The system don't look at me different
When I'm on a trial I do something legitimate
My children been mad at they mothers
Like When is our daddy coming home
We video visit on FaceTime
But they like a thousand miles away
Christian Louboutin I got my spikes on now
Fall off in the morning look like girls gone wild
I'm in Chiraq and you know how I'm livin'
I'm warning 'em in it's a dangerous city
I'm still tryna see where the **** I fit in
When all I did was get caught with a pistol
Chief of parole was a black man
Only better words another nigga
You know you lied on me on the stand
I'm still tryna see what I did
Went to trial in federal court knowing I was gon' lose
Even when the verdict got rendered
I'll still be a bread winner
Kevin Gates：
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out I had no option
Hit the cell or the block or the coffin
Had to make it out I had no option
Lock me up throw away the key
Ain't no care 'bout a nigga like me so I
Stack it up got this shit poppin'
Had to make it out I had no option
Kevin Gates：
I thought when I got out of jail in Florida
I wouldn't sit in a cell again
Broke the lil' promise I made to my daughter
That I wouldn't put her through hell again
The man in the mirror look at me and Wilson
You gotta get better control of your businesses
Quit being stubborn whenever you suffer
The people that suffer the most are your children
Flew her in from Houston I got my ice on now
Lick on her lip I had until the lights go out
A bit of a circumstance in my section
I'm labeled a shooter
People that don't even know me
So how in the **** they controlling my future
All of the people who mad at me smilin'
I know that they proud of me
Holding it down up the road on a beat
Everybody that doubted me
Flew baby in from Houston got my ice on now
Lick on her lip I had until the lights go out
Kevin Gates：
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out I had no option
Hit the cell or the block or the coffin
Had to make it out I had no option
Lock me up throw away the key
Ain't no care 'bout a nigga like me so I
Stack it up got this shit poppin'
Had to make it out I had no option
Kevin Gates：
'Til the lights go out
You know sometimes I I-I
I get I get depressed
You know and I can't move
And I might get on Instagram
And slide in the DM of a b***h
That I used to **** with
And I fly a baby in from Houston got my ice on now
Lick on her lip I had 'til the lights go out
'Til the lights go out
Oh
Hahahaha
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