Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song By My Lonely, artist - Kevin Gates. Album song I'm Him, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bread Winners' Association
Song language: English
By My Lonely |
Killers in my hood, they know me by my first name |
You know 'em by their work name, I know 'em by their birth name |
Type of weight make a man stand on principle |
Kill yourself but get your whole fam slammed on principle |
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (Lonely) |
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (By my lonely) |
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (By my lonely) |
Fuck nigga, I don’t wanna be your homie (For real) |
Yeah, Speaker Knockerz, I just ordered up, I got a hundred in |
Keep the mop, watch how you talk to me, bitch, I’m not one of them |
General for real, g-give a decree, the streets salute me |
Sweaty sheets, jumpin' up outta my sleep, this how we gotta go eat |
Safety pin apiece, cocaine resin stuck on the side of the scale |
Watchin' the cameras |
If you can deal with the smell, dealin' with paraphernal' |
Weight in the pale, keepin' 'em off of the trail |
Texture up under my nails |
Storm comin', bond money, inevitable that you sit in a cell |
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (Lonely) |
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (By my lonely) |
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (By my lonely) |
Fuck nigga, I don’t wanna be your homie (For real) |
Sick and tired of my phone ringin', workin' that bitch, I’m takin' a call |
(Hello) |
Workin' with bricks, I’m drivin' a car, (Killer) got my body hard |
Big ol' stepper with a rod, shop in the mall, no bodyguard |
Heavy metal in my section, I’m controllin', I’m in charge |
It’s the heavily respected, I’ll take a bitch to war |
Bitch, I got steppers in my section, bodies on their firearms |
Blow the clothes off your back, boom, boom, set off car alarms |
C-C-Carbon with a drum, tiger, you no try to run |
Give a fuck 'bout your Chanel (I don’t) |
I’m tied in with the mayor (Achoo) |
Go sit down, went to jail |
I’m part of the cartel |
I’m a Breadwinner don and we came up from nothin' |
And we prayed off crumbs, I was raised in the slums |
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (Lonely) |
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (By my lonely) |
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (By my lonely) |
Fuck nigga, I don’t wanna be your homie (For real) |