The Law Lyrics - Singles - Kevin Gates

Who'd ever thought that we'd make from the ghetto dreaming 

Being light-skin when your momma Puerto Rican 

I went to see the voodoo priest while dealing cocaine 

Seeking protection from my foes know they always scheming 

Santorini beads on my neck labelled the heathen 

Point blank range (HOT) led burnt brains 

Closed casket facetime jokes turnt strange 

Tried to be away tired of being played 

Took my talent down to South Beach, but I couldn't stay 

Rumored that I signed a deal with Wayne 

I was in the game 

Held my weight every time I came, ask Mack Maine 

Me and Bird communicate about the penitentiary 

Hard to deal with pussy niggas I got two convictions 

Everything I say the truth music to convince it 

Rest in peace to Hank and Paul, ball like Rodney Vincent 

Going days without eating Belaire had me skinny 

Relationship with Tommy Ray a bunch of niggas envy 

Some say he ain't as portrayed I be seeing different 

V6 supercharged under key ignition 

Lowkey windows tented chilling with my bitches 

Nook I'm having second thoughts of who really with me 

Cold game, cold heart this a cold sport 

People say I'm chosen don't know what I'm chose for, 

Graduated from the form my name emancipated 

Court cases expired statute of limitations, type of shit get me high somewhat invigorating 

Get it in 10 to 10 when I get to craving, eat the plate with the utensil then begin the scrape it 

No expectation for you rappers I'm a Gucci man, yellow Vette me and Lito' bumping Gucci Maine 

Start track, power it up back to the future 

Beat me up, think fly make a niggah' shoot ya' 

Seen alot of shit that never happened in the movies 

Front page, newspaper game feeling foolish 

Slow nights catching sales like we going fishing 

Snow white on the scale break them down to nickels 

Hustle in my pedigree they scared of my potential 

Vicky momma kitchen steady messing up her dishes 

Her brother never liked me, said he better not catch me slipping 

But he don't know I step on shit I'm really bout my business 

Hashtag GunnaGang big ol' pistol rip ya' 

Sitting with the misses meant to say my mistress 

Balenciaga shopping in the store they call me Mr 

Free my cousin Armeis Way, free my nigga' Mister 

When Rico Love talk to me bout' music, I just listen 

Grind and don't get tired, that's how you shit on competition 

Wishin' I had time to go and kick it wit' Lump, 

Recordin' in Miami, recording out in Cali 

Foreign women in sandals, in the nude I examin' 

Fish plates, veggie lettuce wraps, Mocka check the trap 

Lou that's my lil nigga' keep it going we forever that 

Southside landlord hanging with guerillas 

Dreka big fine ass naked in Chinchilla 

Sir Issac Newton fashion jacket it just got delivered 

You don't see this gat' I'm packin, flippin' in the rental 

Remove the plate and spin the Benz while hangin' out the window 

Doors open, hoppin' out and everybody get it 

Bread Winners of the roundtable everybody winnin' 

Thirsty disloyal career to get at everybody fitted 

Whoever hang with ya' make sure everybody get it 

Death in the family, damn everybody feel it 

Holdin' my dick irritated, need some penicillin 

Assumption as if the chick I'm lovin' wasn't fuckin niggas' 

Complimented her to lift her up she wasn't fuckin' with it 

Rub her feet, bathe her, kiss her soft, proceed to suck her titties' 

To me she was a queen, but she want that other nigga' 

Punchin' on her, disrespectin' her I guess she love that nigga' 

Tears fall after my daughter's death, never even saw the steps 

Trappin' in the streets, if it wasn't there then it was jail 

You respect the dealer, I respect the one who didn't tell 

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