Kevin Gates - Stuck in da streets lyrics

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Kevin Gates - Stuck in da streets lyrics

I don't get tired I woke up feelin' like I couldn't feel no better I don' want no f**in' alka seltzer I woke up feelin' like I couldn't feel no better Momma pray for me my friends fake I need a hundred steppers They hate the flick of my wrist Really be wheelin' the benz Video vixen look cute squealin' while I'm stickin' dick in her ribs I told her I was a beautician whip out the scissors get rid of split ends I'm full of myself bae I'm trippin' feel like I'm Brady whatever it is I-I'm catchin' plays I-I mean Kevin Gates Meals I ain't got no chill Breadwinner every way ooh Look who just sat at the table make yo ho go fetch him a plate Then I pull up in the Porsche bet whoever willin' to race Charges dismissed by the feds still gotta deal with the state Whoop em I got plenty kush and you p**y pick 12 or somebody gon' lay in yo bushes Two time convicted a stitch for the fully jump out and feel it no need for the hoodie Streets love a n***a who really a gangsta go check my jacket you know I'ma pull it Ar-Ab hit the line I'm like what's the business Just find the lean I'ma sip it i don't trust no b**hes Look at the flick of that red video from the back how I'm k**in' ya b**h Lovin' my swag MC Hammer want to quit but I'm just 2 legit Baltimore Oriole's hat Mr. Gates corner to corner they flooded with H Hit the corner sto' backwards an antropo Money order 2 stamps in an envelope Commissary in prison they money low jumpin' and dodgin' the fence like a Mario Camera belt buckle these rats catchin' audio runnin' the money up workin' no cardio Left out of Boston and visited Denver we had a threesome but we don't remember Res from the grigy still stuck to my fingertips twistin' the stink stimulated my mental Sls 550 mansion interior while at the red light I stay lookin' serious Want to question me I don't know nothing 'bout sh** in kentucky I'm dealin' with Benjamin Elephant whippin' the trunk in the front but I still cannot figure out where the ignition is While at the airport I'm being surrounded I'm thinkin of flyin in private In the bathroom with my flight attendant Ho why is yo hand in my privates On IG I talk I be lively In public I'm movin' in silence Penitentiary rules in effect give respect if I don't get it back I get violent Cairo city straight drop got em wildin' me June and Boola and Poo out our body Oughta see my new b**h she exotic wasn't talkin bout you ho be quiet Silver shadow Jaber reversible stock my new girl i keep her right on side of me Back to jail while suspected of robbery jumpin' bond i won't sign out my property You think Brasi got bodies well probably dive in the crowd he a gangsta so possibly Watch the rappers few b**h n***as watchin' me cuz they bird and they chickens want flock to me All in New York be with Maino and Capo I rode by myself and ain't nobody stoppin' me Ain't no more real n***as I'm who Jay-Z and Kanye like to listen to honestly They probably won't tell you that honestly super polite got a record that follow me Tommy Hilfiger vest with the Guess denim jeans kango cap on yah top with the wallabees Johnny Blaze she can sing like Rihanna but ratted on dude it took everything out of me Amber Rose they messed over my n***a when I get the rip I expect her to lie to me Sewed the sign in the middle of my forehead a broke muthuphucka who hatin don't bother me Aye look I don't know how to be you b**h a** n***as All I know how to be is me Yah heard me? You can't say man I f** with Gates then say something negative in the same sentence Man that don't even go together ol' b**h a** n***a But you don't know that that ain't real A n***a never taught you that ain't real Look at all my interviews i never speak on no n***a yah heard me Penitentiary rules in effect ol' p**y a** n***a