Don't Know What To Call It

Kevin Gates

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    I know there's a name
    Gotta be a name for this shit
    I just don't know what
    Don't know what to call it

    I hurt so much in the last month
    Live everyday like it's your last one
    Can't trust nobody
    I've been betrayed by everybody around
    Cracking jokes I don't laugh much
    For help I never could ask much
    If I'm down an out I get passed up
    No one there to be found

    This life is like a rodeo
    Up and down emotional roller coaster
    Problem solver, ain't hard to cope with
    But it's hard to follow rules, I'm the culprit
    Easy to talk but its hard to listen
    But the goal I'm chasing ain't hard to picture
    Hurt to see every car I wanted
    But behind the wheel I ain't the person in it
    The chick I wanted, wanted someone popular
    And I ain't that popular (whats that?)
    But now I'm so high, you gon' need binoculars
    Now there ain't nothing I [?]
    Bunk bed living had to sleep on top one another
    There's nothing you could do for me
    Made it from the bottom to the top
    Can't stop my grind, really out my mind - True Story!

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    Lemme keep this shit 100
    I don't know your name
    You don't know my name
    And that's the way I want it
    I'mma do my thing
    Ain't gotta explain

    I'm so pressured out to win
    Enough to make anyone consider the normal clique
    Flashing out having arguments
    I'm no longer in bounds
    What meets the surface ain't all you get
    Introverts can't be too talkative
    Now as my heart place all of it
    Usually I wear frowns
    Ain't no sense in my straight pretending
    In a room full of people, I pays attention
    Steak for dinner, that we provided
    Made money in the slum that the street provided
    Behind my door
    Clutch heat beside it
    Out of line, I was taught let it eat somebody
    Put the sleeper silence
    Retreat from by me
    If it ain't no property shouldn't leave ?
    Certain things about it won't change
    The world ain't able to see bout that
    My pants they sagging below my waist
    Pockets filled with Franks
    Say I'm wylin out ways
    Love the game, never back out
    Cold but is fair, and its fair but it's cold
    Sold not told, nigga trap out

    Lemme keep this shit 100
    I don't know your name
    You don't know my name
    And thats the way I want it
    I'mma do my thing
    Ain't gotta explain

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    Composición: Breyan Isaac, Dj Spinz, Max Cunningham, David Cunningham y Gates Kevin

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