Luca Brasi Speaks

[Verse : Kevin Gates] Betrayed in a way, mental state in a rage Praying every day, saying grace over plates Heart full of hatred Forever in pain conveying the tear drops on my face Focused on the past, hard to let it go Carbon never fold If I call to let it show, y'all would never know Don't talk to everyone The one's who listen, deep down don't feel it Giving fake advice while concealing they intentions Talk to you after they pretending that they with you Turn right around and then tell the whole city Behind their backs, in a timely fashion Look dead like drama when they llama blasting Dreams of me being dead on my mama's mattress Even there ain't safe when my mama's back With my mind collapsing - hustle real hard to provide Go to jail, am I grindin' backwards? Preacher at church steady telling people they should have faith Does logic matter? Crack users my congregation in the trap trappin Maybe I'm the pastor, designer fabric Pyrex jar with the butter knife turn it white, Michael Jackson Pipe they after my life's disaster Broke niggas all around and my right for braggin I'm the type to handle, lead examples Press the hammer, get your leg dismantled In the streets trying to freeze my cheese, it'll be you or me? There's a harder gamble I'ma squeeze at your feet, hit you dead in your knees Then stand up in your chest, blowing out your candle Brought out the Phantom, pour a drink inside it No thinking bout it, peep game around it Hostile environment, I'm residing in Miley Cyrus, chick in college trying it Buyers buying it Spending this money while alive more than likely not allowed to die with it Fuck ups rival it, then that rifle spit Right on sight your whip, bite on side your lip Aim for the face, shorty I'm with Got ass like a horse told her aim for the waist Brushing my grill, you's aim for the pace But when I sip syrup I kinda fuck with the taste Got cuffed in the cage but they called it a tank Special Response, pulling up in a tank Best friend told homie had betrayed but to say it Stay solid, praying "I'm a make it, I'ma make it" Keep telling myself "History is in making" Niggas hold they nuts wanna favor when you make it I was in the paper, not for making no paper Body tied up, someone left boy naked I was interrogated, never gave no statement Know a few fakes who can't say what I stated I don't gang bang but my gun go bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang Phone going rang-rang-rang-rang-rang Told a bitch, fuck her, "I ain't got no change" Sit on your ass, all you do is complain That's if I ain't entitled for em under go strange Strapped up like shoes that ain't got no strings Niggas jumping all around but to me it looks strange When I'm on stage it's because I got paid Me being real on the strength of being real Sometimes I feel I can do without fame (do without fame) In the life of a general Do without fame (do without fame)...