Kevin Gates - Childhood lyrics

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Kevin Gates - Childhood lyrics

[Verse 1 : BWA Kane] I spent my childhood in a wild hood I dropped out when I was 14 Backed out o' that Found I could spend a rack for a oh of cream Then I added three grams of baking soda, I be doin' my thing And now the O head get nagged at me, I be bout my dream I live a thug life like 2Pac, and a homie should And I ain't talkin' bout no marathon, but I run my hood And the only thing I wish is a n***a would Me and So-Low post photos smokin' backwoods I got the black pistol on me right now, but my lawyer Jewish [Hook 2x] I had 200, 80 gram, Gucci mash all the cash If it take ya too long to lock up then bring it back [Verse 2 : BWA KAane] I done took loss, we real bosses way before our time Some of these street n***as here bombin', they bomb my lines I put the new ice in the new watch just to froze my time I got some young shooters that'll gonna shoot you if you cross that line Free all the big homie and the lil homie that doin' time I'm just here to tell you I'm more than happy these rap n***as lyin' [Verse 3 : Kevin Gates] Off the phone with Jizzl, one of my nickles hot as a missile Couldn't believe it, no surprise, d**h to my eyes, b**h, I need it Try to deceive me, olly through dixie Led him to Dre, told him the business Told him I'm straight but I'm deceivin' Lawyer on deck, get him a 50 Dropdown fridge on the work with the generator runnin' Hustle like a dawg tryna generate the money Earth came flippin' on the block, keep pumpin' Rocks keep bumpin', straight (f**ing radio presenter) Breakin' up who*e, let the state PD hit it Drop it on the skip, point two, 2 n***as Young n***a watchin' all the otha n***as get it Started jankin' new J's, heard you bought some new titties Oh, that's a bet, all them diamonds bbs In my hood, I got respect 13 with a rest attack (?) I will be just like Lee Lucas Sellin' chickens, steady hoopin' I say hoopin'?! I mean ballin' Diamonds in my mazerati retawdid Gucci boots that glue with belts Check night and just do it I was locked up with Big Rufus Tellin' Reggie Miller a shooter Hittin' for the pamper on dizzy come up(?) That witta flood the whole tilt You n***as know my jack would neva make no rat n***a look cute Woah