| Kevin Gates:
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| Where we go from here if I leave the block
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| A little money fine but i need alot
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| Take a preachers route but dont lie to people
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| I ain’t never seen anything in the sky
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| Clean in the ride what i mean and im fly
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| With a bitch super mean bumper leaned to the side
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| I was thinkin about any means i could try
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| I believe in a high
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| Being logical gave me a reason to doubt
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| Scheme for the things i was dreamin
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| In a magazine article readin about
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| Face card, i ain’t got to pay for drugs
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| It come free with the artificial love
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| Could i just do me? |
| Let me be me
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| I ain’t arguing for much
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| Im with this bitch and i feel free
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| She dont demand of me for much
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| My sex drive been at an all time low
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| Can bearly get it up
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| Tryna keep a, nother motherfucker happy
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| Swear im givin up
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| Drug usuage is increasing since the last time
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| Before long and ill be back just like the last time
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| Racks on me, stacks on me
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| Travel hard, one nation under god
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| In the car alone prayin to the stars
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| Egine roaring, vroom vroom
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| Making jobs for noise
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| Praise be to the lord, come this far and all
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| Cocain foreign car, look who takin off
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| Throwin money at my niggas younger sister
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| Really wishin he was wish us, but
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| Look who takin off
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| Preparin for you to keep, lord im fixin to leave
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| So i guess im takin off
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| Good heart and if you think wrong how could you be right
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| Four niggas fuckin the same bitch
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| She pop up pregnant this can’t be life
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| Get rid of the bitch before i get rid of you bitchh
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| Sick you bitch, no hands on ya
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| Rubber bands on ya, i ain’t talkin like a stripper
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| Pay the due to send razor bullets, spray the k and make it flip ya
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| Only reason i ain’t kill ya mother, is straight up her daughter
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| And she cheats every day on your daddy, and try to give orders
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| Then they try to extort a gangster
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| Im some one important
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| Dont step in my office
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| I ain’t bout no talkin
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| Be sippin my coffee
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| While bullets be sparkin
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| Without any caution
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| I watch him i cross him
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| Who be as awsome
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| Catch up if i lost you
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| Or else ill take off
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| My grandpa a gangsta
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| He died and went off
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| Dont interupt me while i am recording
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| Shit so depressing i wish i could pause it
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| Misunderstanding put that in the coffin
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| Make to the margin reup and get off it
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| Labled an orfin, made on my own
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| I got the honky i am retarded
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| No ones to name for, don’t know to call it
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| Trae:
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| Yeah
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| Its like sometimes when i sit by myself
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| I honestly can say everybody can’t relate
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| Thats why i talk to my angel
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| Im in the dark looking for a peace of mind
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| I need guidence father can’t see the signs
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| Like nothing real the word redefined
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| Knowing the game is different streets redesigned
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| Still thuggin but dont wanna catch a piece of time
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| Knowing that love might get you when its lookin for shine
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| So many young niggas lost they vision is blind
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| Now im sick as fuck got pain beatin me down
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| Swear a nigga sick of losing where the fuck is the wind at
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| I gotta fight harder where the fuck is my wind at
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| Lookin at the road, damn where the fuck is the end at
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| All i know is be the truth swear nobody will bend that
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| All i know is loyalty i dont know how to pretend that
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| You did a nigga dirty how the fuck ima amend that
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| You said you was alone so i stepped to the plate
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| When shit got hard for me ain’t no help get sent back
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| Bet
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| Everything that go up come down
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| Word to everyone one of my niggas that was gunned down
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| At night i talk to god, ain’t get back one sound
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| Its hard to see light comin out when the sun down
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| Runnin, i dont even know where im headed
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| I did it all for the streets all i got was the credit
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| If i can go back ill tell my nigga to edit
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| Until im runnin out of time get the clock then set it
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| Sluts lust hopin they might trap shit
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| All cause i rap, now i hate this rap shit
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| Laws comin ain’t no time to react shit
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| Judge wanna convict me i ain’t even much clap shit
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| Born sinner cause i was lookin for dinner
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| Tryin to feed my kids tell em daddy a soldier
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| Lord knows i need em kind hard to function
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| Gettin sick of the devil that bitch ridin my shoulder
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| Fresh out my luck somethin short of a clover
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| Stress recylce shit over and over
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| Fuck the world these days shit colder
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| Friends fake but all i want is to get older
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| Feelin the pressure like everyone watching
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| The bell keep on ringing like somethin that boxin
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| My son havin seaizures no doctor can stop em
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| Hold on to him with all i got i can’t drop him
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| My spirit been broke i pray somebody swap him
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| My heart feelin like if somebody shot him
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| My brother keep callin i tell him i got him
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| And since nothin promised im goin without em
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| My aunty just died i can’t cry i just kissed her
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| Short of my visit they told me i missed her
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| Look up to god hope’n heaven can list her
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| Somewhere in his kingdom with both of my sisters
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| So in my zone nigga fuck if im trippin
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| My testimony somethin niggas should listen
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| Been 32 years but im still on that mission
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| The struggle got a nigga hooked like im fishing… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dark Angel , by - Trae Tha Truth. Song from the album I Am King, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп