By My Lonely Lyrics - Kevin Gates

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 

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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)