[Intro: DJ Holiday]
Reportin’ live from the top of the mixtape food chain
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, I still see you little n***as down there
Prayin’ and hopin’ this sh** and you better kiss my crown, n***a
I raised you little n***as, Kevin Gates, DJ Holiday, my summer
[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Out my top, motherf** that sh**, street n***a, not a g**ner
In the hood, n***as bang daily
Caught ‘caine-slangin’ was a game changer
Thank God nobody shat stankin’, Carolina, Street, me and Spanky
Pit bulls in the yard, Luca murder streak goin’ hard
Boulevard male on a call, I’m about to buy the boulevard
Band-Aid jaws full of boilin’ water, watch it melt down to the hall
Lip quick, say he whooped a charge
I got mocha, give me it wit’ the fall
n***a touch juice, they got to fall
But this sicker, I want to see ’em ball
Twenty-fives bouncin’ off the wall
Straight-up player, amazin’, I’m a dog
Fronted Madd Marvin, that’s a nine, Cedric Tesco on the line
Told Birdman, ‘I don’t get tired’, he say, ‘It’s too much at one time’
Young and thuggin’, really came from nothin’
I just want to see my n***as shine
[Interlude: Kevin Gates]
Believe that, you know, me and Bryan Thompson
We in the room talkin’, I was still in the street
‘Round the time I first had Colin jump the deal
You heard me? He said that me don’t get a n***a outlet
I’m like, ‘sh**, my little n***a come form nothin’
I want to see him shine (Turn up)
[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Face car worth a million, Br-Breadwinners in the buildin’
All in rap I got to do is play wit’ me and it’s ’bout to be a k**in’
Why I don’t f** wit’ n***as on the murder team?
Homicide division, murder scene
Industry been f**ed up wit’ me, rap game I been murderin’
f**-f**-n***a, you a hater, behold fillet with the table
Just told Luci I’m a gangsta, step game sub-major
Jumpin’ on the phone, he out (-), n***a, (-) and I’m slangin’
Oscar (-), you a real n***a, Breadwinner Gang, no changin’
Hit Jonesboro wit’ Jamalo Lee, hold up, let me give an illustration
Oscar get it in, work release, say the wrong thing, he’ll stank you
Demonstration, Billy Gateses, extra big dog, why he fakin’?
You a real n***a, n***a died, you won’t even look me in the eyes
n***a, p**y all in your a**, yeah, I said it, what, you surprised?
My momma know I done k**ed n***as
n***a been ready for the dead