Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Are Strong, artist - Kevin Gates. Album song Free Crack II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Stacking Sterling
Song language: English
We Are Strong |
I don’t know what the fuck wrong with these niggas man |
Somebody tell me, please tell me, I don’t know |
It just, I don’t feel these niggas |
We are strong, no one can tell us we are wrong |
Heartache to heartache we stand |
We are strong |
Yea, I’m the young nigga with the sick flow |
They watchin' how I move cause they know I get dough |
Posted on the block, stuntin' with my kin folks |
Nigga, you ain’t talkin' money what the fuck you here for? |
When I’m finna cop a crib somewhere by the rich folks |
Same old young nigga used to kick doors |
The whole world love me cause they know my shit cold |
If not, I switch hoes every time I switch clothes |
Pockets got knots in 'em, keep a couple Glocks near 'em |
Long ass clip, know it got a lot of shots in 'em |
Keep a bad thot with 'em, killas from the block with 'em |
Pussy ass rap niggas always got the cops with 'em |
That’s why I can’t fuck with 'em, never put my trust in 'em |
How they gone react when a nigga get to bustin'? |
Couple shots fired, watch the niggas get to runnin' |
Niggas sneak dissin' so I just say fuck it |
Really said fuck 'em, this is not a rap song |
Boost Mobile Curve, this is not a TracFone |
Contract free, what a nigga trap on |
Inner tube, cocaine with the mustard on a couple |
Pray the Lord keep me safe from who I fuck without a rubber |
Prayer make me cold hearted, I don’t ever wanna love again |
Sacrificing random money, up and bought another Benz |
Brother got murdered, I’ll never have another friend |
Now I’m blowing loud when our lounge got emotional |
At times but the drugs help a motherfucker tuck 'em in |
Diamonds in my teeth will help me represent the struggle |
People in position recognize a nigga muscle |
When you come up in the slums having nothing make you humble |
Stomach rumble learned to kill without a question in the jungle |
Scary ass rappers when I leave a nigga mumble |
Got it out the mud, they respect a nigga hustle |
I be tellin' my little brother |
«Mane look you got a whole promising future in front of you» |
He be ready to flash out and you know, go with his move |
I really don’t feel right givin' no good advice cause I’m in the streets |
thugging |
I can get killed or go to jail any day |
Shit, but by any means, we gonna fucking eat |
Aye Gates, where should I start with 'em? |
I can tell these young boys ain’t got no heart in 'em |
Niggas funny, you don’t even like to talk with 'em |
(Me either but we gotta play it smart with 'em |
Man fuck 'em in they ass, we finessin' for the check |
If they get outta line they might get one in the neck) |
Lil nigga down there skeet off in the 'Vette |
Leave a nigga wet, I can’t take no disrespect |
(Loaded Mac-11, Bibby come through with the Tech |
Shoulder play amazing nigga wanna get some wreck |
Say you want us dead? |
You won’t take another breathe |
All I know is us, I don’t see nobody else) |
Did it on my own, I don’t need nobody help |
I was on the block movin' P’s by myself |
Chasin' after cash, everything movin' fast |
Gotta get it while you can cause you know it won’t last |
(Rap don’t work, bakers standin' in the trap |
On the phone, in the kitchen, cookin' wearin' slabs |
Nigga want four, I’m a hit him for the 40 |
40 Grand a bird, yea, a nigga been retawdid |
Me and Bibby in the building, life of the party |
Know it’s got a name but I don’t know what to call it) |