Kevin Gates - Black On Black lyrics

[Intro: Jeezy & (Game)] 'Sup, n***a, huh? You know what this sh** is? Stay down and come up (Damn right) Street n***as is street n***as alike It ain't even one way, n***a (Two of America's most) Stay down till you come up, n***a, uh Four songs, n***a (Blood Money, let's go!) [Hook: Jeezy] Everythin' wrong, this can't be right Winning so much, this can't be life (Yeah) sh** get real, man, you can't hold back (Stay on back, n***a, you gotta do what you gotta do) If he came back in that black on black I still do it for them n***as with them bricks on bricks I still do it for them n***as with them nicks on nicks Let me tell you how a real n***a supposed to bounce back See I never came back in that black on black [Verse 1: Game] n***a come through for a nine and a half I'm a tell him ain't nothin' left n***a need an eight, tell him everythin' straight All they gotta do is wait, tell a n***a I'm a chef How you think a n***a went and got that Wraith? Could've went to jail but I bought that case Lawyer came through, told him it's about time Jim Carrey to the Rollie, I just switch that switch Put ten karats on my daughter ear, f** it She deserved every rock I done sold out in public Do anythin' for my Destiny's Child She a Beyoncé, never be LeToya Luckett Black on black, checkerboard Louis luggage On a PJ feelin' like Warren Buffett With the Minnesota Twins, ain't no Kirby Puckett Lift the shade, see the clouds, tell Aaliyah that I love her Back and forth in a Lear My grandmother say I never see her She want me come home on Thanksgivin' Put on some black on black like here Black on black to my dear Black on black in my ear Black Maserati that I gave to my mama Right hand to the father, she can't even find the gears [Hook: Jeezy] Everythin' wrong, this can't be right Winning so much, this can't be life (Yeah) sh** get real, man, you can't hold back (Stay on back, n***a, you gotta do what you gotta do) If he came back in that black on black I still do it for them n***as with them bricks on bricks I still do it for them n***as with them nicks on nicks Let me tell you how a real n***a supposed to bounce back See I never came back in that black on black [Verse 2: Jeezy] Hold up, hold up, hold up sh** get real, we don't fold up This is what I told myself in my grandma's kitchen At the table, n***a, choppin' my blow up Said she want to sell more like my father Same time, had me for a couple dollars Yeah, I'm 'bout to pull an all nighter I'm 'bout to k** these n***as so you might not see me 'til tomorrow Just like that, then my palms start itchin' Suede hit the block, then my bong gone missin' See, I'm 'bout to take me a trip to the other side of town And I'm goin' there to find me a chicken Yeah, I got a n***a in the spot with a nine right now So, I'm goin' there to sell him a pigeon My pastor told me that the money is the root of all evil I said if it is, then I losin' my religion [Bridge: Jeezy] If I had to be precise, tell you two things about life n***as win everyday, n***as fail every night I say, "Now Oprah got a billion dollars and you're nowhere near her" Type of sh** I tell myself while starin' in the mirror [Hook: Jeezy] Everythin' wrong, this can't be right Winning so much, this can't be life (Yeah) sh** get real, man, you can't hold back (Stay on back, n***a, you gotta do what you gotta do) If he came back in that black on black I still do it for them n***as with them bricks on bricks I still do it for them n***as with them nicks on nicks Let me tell you how a real n***a supposed to bounce back See I never came back in that black on black [Verse 3: Kevin Gates] Mayonnaise jaw, straight drop, no whippin' Electric's off, everything's spoilin' in the fridge I ain't bathed in a week, house smellin' like pickles Street showin' no pity, still gettin' to the business Safety pin the seat, break it down, sell nickels Had to ball him out of jail, blew the money on the bail Went flat, bounced back from a 30-cent flipper I don't even know a n***a livin' how I'm livin' I don't even know how many times I've been to prison sh** get gangsta, we call Hot Beezle Bought two things at the third, I wanna appease you Two-fifty-two on the scale, that's a nina Eighteen zaps, five hundred-four grams Add an extra gram when you weigh it with the bag Real trap talk, keep it real, don't believe you When you get out of line, swear to God, I'm a leave you Dicks cut the water 'fore they kick a n***a door Tried to flush it down the toilet but the dope just float (Wooh!) Tear gas from the cannon Everybody scramblin', but I ain't never panic Double homicide, broad day, that's my jacket Try to bird feed, cut throat, I'mma jack you And I take change, I'm a serve when they askin' Come from out of town, I'mma tax, no relaxin' [Hook: Jeezy] Everythin' wrong, this can't be right Winning so much, this can't be life (Yeah) sh** get real, man, you can't hold back (Stay on back, n***a, you gotta do what you gotta do) If he came back in that black on black I still do it for them n***as with them bricks on bricks I still do it for them n***as with them nicks on nicks Let me tell you how a real n***a supposed to bounce back See I never came back in that black on black [Outro: California Dream Taylor (Game's Daughter) & Game] (Wolf Howls) California: It's okay, Daddy, I'm not scared Game: I know, baby, the rest of the world is California: (Laughs) Game: You ready to go home? California: Yes, Daddy Game: Let's go California: Okay