What It Is (Explicit) - Kevin Gates
Lyrics by：Kevin Gates
Composed by：Kevin Gates
QRed on the track
QRed on the track and he runnin'
Best friends benefit like Ginger Casino the gutter
We blow dinero Pacino the summer
He smokin' a blunt of that green cuffed in the onion
We spinnin' the tunnel with beats hustle the jungle
My seat's been absent from a week spent trappin'
At least we know the antics on the recent happens
This rappin' steady grabbin' me shackle mе to the booth
Passionately examplе dramatically I'm the truth
That's when me and you was family scramblin' in the room
That's when anything he handlin' handle it with the tool
That was you it was cars it was money it was nuts
It was me when they fall I was there to pick 'em up
That was me it was clips it was guns it was blood
It was love it was hate it was God it was trust
It was guts it was pressure it was everything I touched
And gang mean loyalty nothing over us
Every night I go to sleep wrestling with the feeling
Praying the lord forgive me for my negative decisions
In the end when I die still look into the sky
Be the realest shit I ever mentioned
I'm so sick of this rap shit everybody rap shit
Old lady baby mamas with that talkin' back shit
Jeezy got everybody trappin' cookin' crack shit
Knowin' good and goddamn well they don't know what crack is
I don't know 'bout you niggas I grew up on the crack strip
Crack strip
Gates got it in the South got it on the back strip
Pots and the soda tryna make the yola backflip
Play with my lil' BGs and they gon' let the gats rip
Me I'm on my black shit Nuk like to blast shit
Grab you by your collar on some put you in the bag shit
Gotta be easy stressin' get hard
Pray to go to prison and get blessed with a charge
Nigga disrespect sit him next to the lord
Me and money go together like sex in a car
I say a nigga disrespect sit him next to the lord
Me and money go together like sex in a car
Every night I go to sleep wrestling with the feeling
Praying the lord forgive me for my negative decisions
In the end when I die still look into the sky
Be the realest shit I ever mentioned
Got a phobia of never gettin' out stick a missile in your mouth
Bargain like a carpenter with enterin' your house mm
Needin' assistance Gates get a jerk murdered
Contract I get paid to pay dirty workers
Bang the AK fifty lay a face flat
Paid a tax on they property to Section 8 that
Busy buildin' a dream infinities for the queen
My girlfriend get furniture bathroom plushed out
Hoes get pissed on my stripper get cussed out
Eight-dollar cab fare show 'em what a bus 'bout
Rather be alone emotion willin' to turn
For to cut me and it hurt feel like a cigarette burn
Gates get it with rap or forever the dope
And it's better than that other shit they sell in the store
I got Promethazine capsule Lortab tablet
Mixed and crushed up in my pineapple Fanta
Every night I go to sleep wrestling with the feeling
Praying the lord forgive me for my negative decisions
In the end when I die still look into the sky
Be the realest shit I ever mentioned
Every night I go to sleep wrestling with the feeling
Praying the lord forgive me for my negative decisions
In the end when I die still look into the sky
Be the realest shit I ever mentioned
