Always Be Gangsta Freestyle

Kevin Gates

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    Yes believe (ooh)
    [?]
    All real
    Stand, on ten
    I'm all the way, you know
    [?]

    The bust down on my watch, cancelled all my soul ties
    Countertops in the southside, lettin' the coke dry (coke dry)
    I don't get upset, I ain't never duck and wreck (duck and wreck)
    I'm a muslim, yeah
    Let me know where you gon' bump your head
    Wanna post up on me, for some bread
    Tell 'em I ain't scared (let's go)
    Jumped the hellcat with no timb
    Work in my blackberry
    T-shirt white, bitch bright, feel like I'm jeff perry
    Swaggin' from the pipe, with hard pipe and she said "yes Kevin"
    What I told you 'bout that get it right and she said "yes daddy"
    Rumors in the city, I ain't worried 'bout none of them
    Mix the h with the fiend, you could go fetch you a Benz
    Bulletproof cutlass supreme (ooh)
    Necklace inforced with bling
    Truck on the interstate, make the honda touch down with them [?]
    Rollie on glisten, ka-ting
    Later this shit was a dream
    Bread winner ego go inc
    Jump in the whip and go skrrt
    Come up from nothing, gold teeth in the gutter, the street
    Caught up with cutters and cleats, thuggin', I'm somethin' unique
    My children love me, my women infatuated, pull the paper from outta that hoe
    Everything platinum, ain't regular standards
    He tuckin' that pack and I'm throwin' them lows
    These women mean nothin, they stealin’ my energy
    From em it’s spinnin' me outta control
    Fuckin' with trash, I learned my lesson (ooh)
    Two hunnid k for a new perspective (I did)
    Got my attention, that ain't bad (come on)
    Get out of line or I'm gettin' you smashed
    Tell me it's up and I'm on your ass (I'm on your ass)
    I'm in the tank, I'm doin' the dash
    Keep your security 'round you
    Know all you pussy and I'm not scared of nothing (I ain't scared of nothing)
    I'ma control the threats, I show the press
    And tell 'em the pressure ugly
    I made a lot of mistakes in life but I'm up in rank, I'm growin' from that
    I gave a lot of you niggas some stripes, but I ain't aight, ain’t going from that
    Raisin' my son for the build the man and he 'bout to live in reality
    We open with prayer and we stick to the plan and this is the only reality
    Your moral compass is all you got
    Life in general cold sport
    The higher ups gon' play polite
    The system still do what they want
    Cool to kick it, but always remember that you still a nigga when you go to court
    Been in that blender with plenty of course
    Blemish my image, ain’t with noise
    Still tryna be a better man, still I handle bidness like a gangsta (gangsta)
    I'ma always be gangsta (gangsta), I'ma always be gangsta (gangsta)
    Still tryna be a better man, still I handle bidness like a gangsta (gangsta)
    I'ma always be gangsta (gangsta), I'ma always be gangsta (gangsta)
    Respect the laws of the jungle, nigga layin' low down in the slums
    I'm the same nigga from the [?] house, with jermaine [here?] dealing drugs
    I'm the same nigga had [?] on mic', underneath the wing of the buzz
    I just wanna see you come up, quarter ki, a grand tryna let 'em thug
    I'm the same nigga from the wild side, with the low tabs in the mud (I did)
    In the bottom, standin' outside, gates got the cocaine in the bud
    Rest in peace, lil' fat, droptop Jack, come in all black
    Hit me back, pull on me and julio, on louisa street for the pack
    Let me take a nigga back
    'Fore I graduated with them racks
    The whole southside eatin' [?] and jumpin’ out camaros
    That's when big London had to lay
    That's when big head had to lay
    [?] Airplane in the [?]
    We on airzone in the lair
    Big yak havin' the cts, with the spinners on him, that's a fact
    I was uptown at the eastern [?]
    White stan smiths with the tag
    With the long dreads, bolo collar
    With the low shorts let em sag
    With the red boxes, with the white shorts, all four pockets full of bands

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    Ayy with all due respect (come on man)
    Ayy, that's me you tryna be, you heard?
    (Ayy, haha, for real)
    I don't chill like that, like that
    Ayy come on man, [?], I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (nothin')
    It's really nothin' (man you playin')

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