Kevin Gates - By My Lonely (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Kevin Gates - By My Lonely (en) Lyrics
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Killers in my hood, they know
me by my first name
You know 'em by their work name,
I know 'em by their birth name
Type of weight make a man
stand on principle
Kill yourself but get your whole
fam slammed on principle
I had to make a couple bands
by my lonely (Lonely)
I had to make a couple bands
by my lonely (By my lonely)
Fuck nigga, I don't wanna
be your homie (For real)
Yeah, Speaker Knockerz, I just ordered
up, I got a hundred in
Keep the mop, watch how you talk to
me, bitch, I'm not one of them
General for real, g-give a decree,
the streets salute me
Sweaty sheets, jumpin' up outta my
sleep, this how we gotta go eat
Safety pin apiece, cocaine resin
stuck on the side of the scale
Watchin' the cameras
If you can deal with the smell,
dealin' with paraphernal'
Weight in the pale, keepin'
'em off of the trail
Texture up under my nails
Storm comin', bond money, inevitable
that you sit in a cell
Sick and tired of my phone ringin',
workin' that bitch,
I'm takin' a call (Hello)
Workin' with bricks, I'm drivin' a
car, (Killer) got my body hard
Big ol' stepper with a rod, shop
in the mall, no bodyguard
Heavy metal in my section, I'm
controllin', I'm in charge
It's the heavily respected,
I'll take a bitch to war
Bitch, I got steppers in my section,
bodies on their firearms
Blow the clothes off your back,
boom, boom, set off car alarms
Carbon with a drum, tiger,
you no try to run
Give a fuck 'bout your
Chanel (I don't)
I'm tied in with the mayor (Achoo)
Go sit down, went to jail
I'm part of the cartel
I'm a Breadwinner don and
we came up from nothin'
And we prayed off crumbs, I
was raised in the slums
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