Reputations On The Line

[Intro] Oh my god look up there, what is that? I'm tripping, everybody around me got them looking up like I had to seen something you heard me? I have officially uh, made my transfigurment It was Kevin Gates but you are officially rocking with Gates Weenie Who you want, what you want? Gates uh uh Reputation's on the line, watch me go for mine Say watch me go for mine [Verse 1] Uncoordinated according to the accordion Player with the tight squeeze compressing the keys Making the mic scream Uncoordinated according to the accordion Player with the tight squeeze compressing the keys Making the mic scream BBC jeans, what you mean, you know ice cream This the theme for this evening Please give me a reason But hold up, never mind forever fly, that is I Someone else you'll never find anyone else should never try I'm the guy, try to bolt me to the floor I came from under that Vibrant colors, street related dying over violent colors Striving to be better than I used to be Usually I speak the truth for fools who've been confusing me Food for my platoon to eat enthused with opportunity Put that on my soon to be symbolizing unity Bread winners association built this off influencing Niggas with figures to come together You know, you and me, him and her Matching beamer Coupes that say his and hers Self respect break apart the image when it isn't yours [Hook] Reputation's on the line (x4) Watch me go for mine Say watch me go for mine, go for mine, go for mine Reputations on the line [Verse 2] UFO's, I'm awkward Unidentified flying objects Or ejected special weapons out the cockpit of the chopper AR-15 with the emp beam Don't tempt me, it's tempting My orange juice, is simply, delicious GOT LEAN IN IT This green shit that I set on fire, and inhale, got me lifted I'm so hood, I am that, you talk stupid get blamed at This new car drove too far got two broads who love Gates Relationship, love hate, two mistakes can't budge fate Stomach pudgy, both of them got something in it, they (tumuck?) for me Guess that I'm a father, I got twins, gotta win No pretending this that Peter Pan Give a fiend a gram Watch how easily it leave her hand, guess she need it bad I ain't got it now she leavin' mad, all I do is stare I don't comprehend, its a condition, I don't even care Money right, my feelings ice, I'm Donald Trump when it's precise Skinny nigga brought up right with a big nose dyn-o-mite [Hook]