Tryna Yea

Kevin Gates

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    I knew somethin' was up when
    They took me to Livingston jail
    My bond was three-hundred thousand
    Dreka was up there in thirty minutes
    With forty bands, you heard me?

    'Cause I go back to them niggas in the Feds
    We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed
    I get sick, go to gettin' rid of meds
    Outta work, call him, hoppin' outta bed
    Don't know how many times I done been to Seg
    Don't know how many times I prayed and bumped my head
    I got that ice in my mouth, I spent some bread
    And it ain't cheatin' if I wanna get some head
    I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah
    I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah

    I break a brick down then I catch a sale
    I come in town then I get the mail
    Runnin' that fast pace always put me in last place
    I got a nigga from Champagne
    Who wanna fuck with the campaign
    I just got rid of the last thang
    Put the Corvette in the fast lane
    I just took a trip out to San Diego
    Hold up, I'm goin' too fast, wey
    Say I drive like Puerto Rico, I belong in a drag race
    Say I'm fuckin' on a deep throat
    I don't remember her last name
    Say I stayed down, and I preyed on 'em
    And that when the cash came
    Givin' a check to the gas man
    Pourin' a pint in the gas tank
    Runnin', I might pull a hamstrang
    I know they probably won't blame Gates
    Already underwent hard strain
    Cover your hand at the card game

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    'Cause I go back to them niggas in the Feds
    We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed
    I get sick, go to gettin' rid of meds
    Outta work, call him, hoppin' outta bed
    Don't know how many times I done been to Seg
    Don't know how many times I prayed and bumped my head
    I got that ice in my mouth, I spent some bread
    And it ain't cheatin' if I wanna get some head
    I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah
    I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah

    You know I painted a bad picture
    I gotta do a lil ass kissin'
    I have been labeled a crash mission
    I take her then maybe she act different
    Poor now, deal wit' her ass different
    Pretendin' she don't miss the last nigga
    Pullin' her hair from the back, hittin' it
    Temperature feelin' like Carol City
    Energy wrong, you on your own
    I'm 'bout to go in like four minutes
    I get so sick of my phone clickin'
    Gotta deliver a whole chicken
    Marvel's a movie I'm on glisten
    Visible set, they all hit
    Crack a smile around this bitch
    And I just deliver the cold shiver
    I'm reminiscent of those feelins
    I am not runnin' from no nigga
    I am not fucking with gold diggers
    I got you covered, I'm on business
    Summer, it's snowin' the whole visit
    Strawberry haze, don't whisper
    Meanin' it's loud, I'm outta town
    Not on the ground, I'm in the clouds

    'Cause I go back to them niggas in the Feds
    We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed
    I get sick, go to gettin' rid of meds
    Outta work, call him, hoppin' outta bed
    Don't know how many times I done been to Seg
    Don't know how many times I prayed and bumped my head
    I got that ice in my mouth, I spent some bread
    And it ain't cheatin' if I wanna get some head
    I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah
    I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah
    I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah
    I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah

    Song details

    Composition: Milan Sunil Modi, Gates Kevin, and Vincent Miller

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