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the law - kevin g lyrics

who’d ever thought that we’d made it from the ghetto dreaming, being lightskin when your mother puerto rican
i went to see the voodoo priest while dealing cocaine seeking protection from my foes know they always scheming
santorian beads on my neck labeled the heathen point blank range hot lead burnt brains closed casket face time jokes turned strange
tried to be away tired of being played took my talent down to south beach but i couldn’t stay
rumor that i signed a deal with wayne i was in the game held my weight every time i came ask mack maine
me and bird communicate about the penitentiary had to deal with p—- n-ggas i got two convictions
everything i say the truth music too convincing rest in peace to hanky paul ball like rodney vincent going days without eating barely had me skinny
relationship with tommy rail a bunch of n-ggas in envy some say that he ain’t as portrayed i be seeing different
v6 supercharged honda key ignition low key windows tinted chilling with my b—–
nook im having second thoughts so who really with me ? cold game cold heart this a cold sport
people say im chosen don’t know what im chose for
graduated from the form my name emanc-p-ted court cases expired statue of limitations type of s— get me high somewhat invigorating
get it in 10 to 10 when i get to craving eat the plate with the utensil then begin to scr-ping
no expectation for you rappers im a gucci mane yellow vet me and leto bumping gucci mane star trak powered up back to the future
beam me up thank fly make a n-gga shoot you
seen a lot of s— that never happened in the movies front page newspaper game feeling foolish
slow nights catching sales like we going fishing snow white on the scale break em down to nickels
hustle in my pedigree they scared of my potential vicky momma kitchen steady messing up her dishes
her brother never liked me say it better not catch me slipping but he don’t know i step on s— im really bout my business
hashtag gunna gang big ol’ pistol rip ya sitting with my misses meant to say my mistress
baliceago shopping in the store they call me mister free my lil cousin aremis way free my n-gga mista
when rico love talked to me about music i just listened grinding don’t get tired that’s how you s— on compet-tion
wishing i had time to go and kick it with lump recording in miami recording out in cali
foreign women in sandals in the nude i examine fish plates veggie lettuce wraps mocha check the trap
lou that’s my lil n-gga keep it going we forever that
southside landlord hanging with gorillas, dreka big fine a– naked in chinchiles sir isaac newton fashion jacket it just got delivered you don’t see this gat im packing flipping in a rental remove the play and spin the benz while hanging out the window
doors open hopping out and everybody get it breadwinners of the round table everybody winning
percy disloyal critic getting everybody fitted whoever i hang with you make sure everybody get it
death in the family d— everybody feel it
the hole of my d— irritated need some penicillin -ssumption as if the chick im loving wasn’t f—- n-ggas compliment that will lift her up she wasn’t f—– with it
rub her feet bathe her soft and precede to suck ha t-tties
to me she was a queen but she want that other n-gga
punching on her disrespecting her i guess she love the n-gga
tears fall after my daughter’s death never even saw the steps
trapping in the streets if i wasn’t dead then it was jail
you respect the dealer i respect the one who didn’t tell x2

(outro):
see i ain’t gone lie my first daughter when i lost her it f—- me up ya heard me but i think it was when my grandfather died is when i really went outside and said ima make the streets cry this year ima make em suffer then i realized n-ggas ain’t ready to suffer how i suffer f— em

- kevin g lyrics

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