Kevin Gates ☆ Really Really

(Hook)

Trust issues got me being cautious, not friendly

Niggas rollin’ swishas, do I wanna hit it? Not really

Blood in the streets for any one of my nigga

I’m riding solo, I be striving with that 9 milli

I’mma baker you kill me, I’mma make you kill me

I’m a different type or real, I can’t make you feel me

Neva disrespect me, I’mma make you kill me

Made it to polices in my city, I’m already guilty

(Verse)

Judicate, the housing where I’m residing is already boarded up

Don’t go hard, it’s hard, go hard as Starbuck, work, work it up

Don’t come up to talk to us for nothing, exit is for rummy(?)

Been here in the streets, I see police, they don’t protect and serve

Hands on the badge of a bad one, stretch him, make him hurt

Young niggas go berserk, he’s in pain, taking narcotics

Can’t reside in south side, find nothing about it

Nobody ever give us, taken, resort to robbin’

Education in the game which came to my reviving

While on the move, bump the future, ain’t no way around it

It’s cool, caught up chasing loo, take a break, I doubt it

Out chasing to the flow, nothing else to say about it

(Hook)

Trust issues got me being cautious, not friendly

Niggas rollin’ swishas, do I wanna hit it? Not really

Blood in the streets for any one of my nigga

I’m riding solo, I be striving with that 9 milli

I’mma baker you kill me, I’mma make you kill me

I’m a different type or real, I can’t make you feel me

Neva disrespect me, I’mma make you kill me

Made it to polices in my city, I’m already guilty

(Verse)

These things make a don block, someone shot

Children make the news, small murders, that any town got

He just want some shoes, you fooled, you got around that

I don’t like niggas who be talking out of town

Solid object, gotta turn into profit, feed my pocket

Fiber optic going brr-brick-bra-brrra, my type of violence

Born a hustla, die a gangsta, why not move in silence?

I’m the original my self, can’t be no (???)

All these lames that come behind me, pulling out on sideways

Now the Impalas rockin’ , braid with the auto cocker

Listenin’ to Starlito

Other rappers are fuckin’ liars

100 gang, come on

Fire, fire fire, fire

(Hook)

Trust issues got me being cautious, not friendly

Niggas rollin’ swishas, do I wanna hit it? Not really

Blood in the streets for any one of my nigga

I’m riding solo, I be striving with that 9 milli

I’mma baker you kill me, I’mma make you kill me

I’m a different type or real, I can’t make you feel me

Neva disrespect me, I’mma make you kill me

Made it to polices in my city, I’m already guilty