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All My Life

Kevin Gates

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05.05.2009

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[Verse 1] (Perfect) I'm Mister Gates Come to makin' this cake Ask ya father, dope harder than paper mache Bet maybe on the Lakers up ya tazer I'mma waste ya if you painin' seekin' trainin' with this game then I'mma lace ya I been in and out the cater, Adidas with the laces Front seat at the races, misplacing of my bracelet but I'm sayin' I am not pickin' for different roles I'm not kiddin', you kiddin'? I'm like a ten-year-old I got my winter clothes Couple track jackets, and the hats match it Glock 40 this is black magic Equipped with black talons, heavy metal this is Black Sabbath Just the devil, convicted felon, if you cats askin' (?) kitchen Derek Fisher me and Ron Chapman Made em' miss, then I made assist, now we drawin' backwards The percentage cost a bigger penny, very small fabric I'm just givin' you the 4-11, with a tall mattress [Hook] Nigga grind all night till the daylight comin' up All my life, they said he's not one of us But he thinks nothin' when the cheese keeps doublin' and the weed I'm puffin' all the lean I'm guzzlin' [Verse 2] Brains hit Watchin' the soaps Got it like, iPhone got a camera she gon' ride the pipe If not that then watch back, tell her kind to hike Get ya clothes, hit the road, and they think I'm polite G-Shock Spike Lee, diver's watch Full throttle, same kind that MacGyver got I drive a lot (Wait) Hold up I'm hungry, chicken sandwich no honey mustard with onions on it Won't get embarrassed come run upon it my youngins on you Trip and head stand on ends, like Coolio Tool a cut off front of your face, look like a booty-hole Take for instance, you ain't makin' the right amount Words on the bird you break in somebody house Somebody say they was present when they was makin' the count And you got a couple of minutes cause they out makin' they route So you walk into a trap and they end up takin' you out [Hook]x2 [Verse 3] In the heart of the re-up, re-up Feed up on the Libra, you despise you could die You get beat up with the evil You got beat up in ya regal Ten two illegal Let it pass, get ya cash or get beat up by the people Diesel You could hear me through ya speaker got me greedy when I'm eatin' gotta feed a lot of people All on my shoulders, weight of the world Death chose em, leg broken, so I wait on my girl Drop my weight on my girl now we out cruisin' the cities Stupid decision got me wounded and injured I got, goons in the picture who end up losin' the city Trying to do it with this music I'm like who is you kidding Coops shingle losing, cause the roofing is missing Ain't into screwin' with pigeons, seem a screw always missing Seems in the street, the truth always missing I be seen on the scene, nigga you always missing [Hook]x2
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