Biografía:
Kevin Jerome Gilyard (Baton Rouge, Louisiana, 5 de febrero de 1986), más conocido por su nombre artístico Kevin Gates, es un rapero, cantante y empresario estadounidense. Actualmente está firmado con la Bread Winners 'Association en asociación con Atlantic Records. Su álbum de estudio debut, Islah, lanzado en enero de 2016 y alcanzó el puesto número dos en la lista Billboard 200 de EE. UU. Antes de Islah, Gates también lanzó una serie de mixtapes que incluyen Stranger Than Fiction
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Capo on 1st Fret
[Intro]
Am
Am
Sometimes you gotta put your pride to the side
Am
In this game that we call life
Am
You know I'm tryna get back to my kids
Am
You know I can’t win with these crackers
Am
I'm a nigga and they look at me like a nigga
Am
Like lemme go and lie down real quick, fuck it
[Verse 1]
Am
No self work being honest
Am
But I converse with some bosses (I do)
Am
I'm a real earner and I worked hard
Am
Thankin’ god look what I accomplished
Am
Inside support system awkward
Am
Take time with trial, only options
Am
Division nine, no PC in Chicago, fighting drama
Am
My relationship gettin' rocky
Am
No spousal trust, I was moving unconscious
Am
I was talking with Jay and
Am
Recruited a move that allotted me counsel
Am
Back and forth without representation embarrassin' ran out of options
Am
Told my attorney go get with the DA he come with a deal and I'm coppin'
Am
Aiming for 36 months but he came with a 30 so fuck it I signed it
Am
He think I'm stupid, well fuck what he think
Am
I ain't fight with them crackers, I got out they way
Am
Stateville, now I'm going up state with the gang members they respectin’ my name
Am
You one of the mean, you play with the kid
Am
You gon have to kill ’em you one of the greats
[Chorus]
Am
No need to say it, I was sufferin'
Am
My head hurtin’ of concussion
Am
Broke bed on me fuck it
Am
I don't think they really love me
Am
Trust issues, I'm accustomed
Am
Writers block, no question nah
Am
Already knowin' you gon’ lie to me, ain't no need to discuss it
Am
Ain't no need to discuss it
Am
We have a heated discussion
Am
Internet beef, I don't entertain
Am
I know I how to come up from nothin'
Am
I'm gettin' straight to the money
Am
I'm gettin' straight to the money
Am
Already knowin' you gon' lie to me, ain't no need to discuss it
[Verse 2]
Am
I'm an energy person and I'm at ease
Am
But the minute you hurt me you gotta leave
Am
Got some niggas who love me, they outta reach
Am
Got some children who comin' up gotta teach
Am
Got some family who mad cause they tryna leach
Am
Got some big booty woman who I don't need
Am
Master manipulation been manipulated
Am
But it really don't bother me
Am
Gold trim platinum, matte white Benz
Am
V12, yellow color baguettes
Am
Red guts, panoramic, my roof
Am
Any given moment I can hop in a jet
Am
In the weight room gettin' rid of weight
Am
Pat touchdown, doin' a set
Am
Hit the space bar, click and refresh
Am
Making salat when I need to reset
Am
Turnin' the pot got me whippin' the vet
Am
On the phone, communication with the joint
Am
Still going in tryna prove a point
Am
I don't socialize, I don't see the point
Am
50 wrapped up, stuffed in a bump
Am
Underneath the trunk
Am
Order what you want
Am
Laying in the trunk sipping red wine
Am
I don't give a fuck
Am
I do what I want
[Chorus]
Am
No need to say it, I was sufferin'
Am
My head hurtin' of concussion
Am
Broke bed on me fuck it
Am
I don't think they really love me
Am
Trust issues, I'm accustomed
Am
Writers block, no question nah
Am
Already knowin' you gon' lie to me, ain't no need to discuss it
Am
Ain't no need to discuss it
Am
We have a heated discussion
Am
Internet beef, I don't entertain
Am
I know I how to come up from nothin'
Am
I'm gettin' straight to the money
Am
I'm gettin' straight to the money
Am
Already knowin' you gon' lie to me, ain't no need to discuss it
[Intro]
Am
Am
Sometimes you gotta put your pride to the side
Am
In this game that we call life
Am
You know I'm tryna get back to my kids
Am
You know I can’t win with these crackers
Am
I'm a nigga and they look at me like a nigga
Am
Like lemme go and lie down real quick, fuck it
[Verse 1]
Am
No self work being honest
Am
But I converse with some bosses (I do)
Am
I'm a real earner and I worked hard
Am
Thankin’ god look what I accomplished
Am
Inside support system awkward
Am
Take time with trial, only options
Am
Division nine, no PC in Chicago, fighting drama
Am
My relationship gettin' rocky
Am
No spousal trust, I was moving unconscious
Am
I was talking with Jay and
Am
Recruited a move that allotted me counsel
Am
Back and forth without representation embarrassin' ran out of options
Am
Told my attorney go get with the DA he come with a deal and I'm coppin'
Am
Aiming for 36 months but he came with a 30 so fuck it I signed it
Am
He think I'm stupid, well fuck what he think
Am
I ain't fight with them crackers, I got out they way
Am
Stateville, now I'm going up state with the gang members they respectin’ my name
Am
You one of the mean, you play with the kid
Am
You gon have to kill ’em you one of the greats
[Chorus]
Am
No need to say it, I was sufferin'
Am
My head hurtin’ of concussion
Am
Broke bed on me fuck it
Am
I don't think they really love me
Am
Trust issues, I'm accustomed
Am
Writers block, no question nah
Am
Already knowin' you gon’ lie to me, ain't no need to discuss it
Am
Ain't no need to discuss it
Am
We have a heated discussion
Am
Internet beef, I don't entertain
Am
I know I how to come up from nothin'
Am
I'm gettin' straight to the money
Am
I'm gettin' straight to the money
Am
Already knowin' you gon' lie to me, ain't no need to discuss it
[Verse 2]
Am
I'm an energy person and I'm at ease
Am
But the minute you hurt me you gotta leave
Am
Got some niggas who love me, they outta reach
Am
Got some children who comin' up gotta teach
Am
Got some family who mad cause they tryna leach
Am
Got some big booty woman who I don't need
Am
Master manipulation been manipulated
Am
But it really don't bother me
Am
Gold trim platinum, matte white Benz
Am
V12, yellow color baguettes
Am
Red guts, panoramic, my roof
Am
Any given moment I can hop in a jet
Am
In the weight room gettin' rid of weight
Am
Pat touchdown, doin' a set
Am
Hit the space bar, click and refresh
Am
Making salat when I need to reset
Am
Turnin' the pot got me whippin' the vet
Am
On the phone, communication with the joint
Am
Still going in tryna prove a point
Am
I don't socialize, I don't see the point
Am
50 wrapped up, stuffed in a bump
Am
Underneath the trunk
Am
Order what you want
Am
Laying in the trunk sipping red wine
Am
I don't give a fuck
Am
I do what I want
[Chorus]
Am
No need to say it, I was sufferin'
Am
My head hurtin' of concussion
Am
Broke bed on me fuck it
Am
I don't think they really love me
Am
Trust issues, I'm accustomed
Am
Writers block, no question nah
Am
Already knowin' you gon' lie to me, ain't no need to discuss it
Am
Ain't no need to discuss it
Am
We have a heated discussion
Am
Internet beef, I don't entertain
Am
I know I how to come up from nothin'
Am
I'm gettin' straight to the money
Am
I'm gettin' straight to the money
Am
Already knowin' you gon' lie to me, ain't no need to discuss it
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