Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Name, artist - Kevin Gates. Album song In the Meantime, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.08.2017
Record label: Skyrocket Media
Song language: English
My Name |
It ain’t a diss song |
It’s a real song |
Concert in town, ain’t nobody beating me out |
Shit I’m the rawest |
And the rap game leaving me out |
Everybody looking for entertainment on the 4th |
I’m on the block, maintaining no entertainment at all |
I’m sick of being patient |
I’m sick of waiting to ball |
Them niggas got a deal |
How come ain’t nobody asking me? |
Them niggas just acting, they ain’t even half of me |
Never been shot, never been to jail |
I get locked never tell, see this rock I’ma sell |
In the club by myself when they frontin' and mean muggin' |
Can’t intimidate a G, shut don’t mean nothing |
First bitch I ever loved let Jarrod get that ass |
Second bitch I ever loved, killed in a car crash |
Older brother trippin' get to slippin' go to war fast |
Armed robbery, apprehension |
Co-defendant, never caught |
Stood on the code of armor and never told on my nigga |
(get 'um) |
I was supposed to be done blowed already |
He the rawest, he retarded, but no not Kevin |
Strained through the pain, and the lames can’t feel 'um |
Names rang in my state but my name ain’t nuthin' |
On stage, we rocked out |
Rockin' the crowd, in exchange I get played rockin' a frown |
My bitch a gold digger she wiping 'um down |
While in the trap he piping her down |
I accept it, didn’t like it but I took it and smiled |
I look to the clouds, to the heavens ain’t speaking aloud |
Forever making mistakes, falling on my face |
I just wanna die, how much more could I take? |
God give me a sign |
Show me I’m not forsaken |
I trusted you for years, still I’m alone and naked |
Maybe I’m to blame, I wasn’t made to make it |
Or you look at me the same |
The same as you look at Satan |
How you try to love when you’re hearts full of hatred? |
How do you forgive when in your heart it ain’t |
I don’t pop, you understand? |
I’m a killer I tote Glocks, you understand? |
Labels try to get me from my label they tried |
Being loyal to my father I frankly denied |
Played the bitch ass nigga |
Ass nigga gave orders |
Came with no complaining, taking it raw |
Same thing never granted me creative control |
Feeling loved when your people got cheesed by the freezer bag |
I tried hard to tell 'um I’m in need of cash |
I’m the one you screamin' at |
Fuck it i won’t even ask |
I was supposed to be done blowed already |
He the rawest, he retarded, but no not Kevin |
Strained through the pain, and the lames can’t feel 'um |
Names rang in my state but my name ain’t nuthin' |