Kevin Gates - The Truth Lyrics

“The Truth”
(“Pick Of Da Litter” version)

I’m the truth… from the streets to the booth
I’m the truth… I serve rappers and trappers
I’m the truth… I hold the block nigga
Wasn’t on the block nigga
Now I own the block nigga
I’m the truth… from my spot to yo spot
I’m the truth… from yo block to my block
I’m the truth… I hold the block nigga
Wasn’t on the block nigga
Now I own the block nigga

Gates – my family full of street niggas
Killers on my side that’ll bang ya out
And beef with ya
To show you I’mma beast nigga
I once fucked over three niggas
I’ll fighting go to shaking
Ain’t no tapping out with me nigga
Money stretched pressed cop a fresh bricks over here
Money jumping out the pocket – fresh out the soda bear
Where he from – where is at
(Who it is that [?])
Don’t leave him breath get em E
That’s another trunk [?]
Respect ain’t what it is
The making of a king
Dead game – I got the right to leave em
Naked where they sleep
You take it and you leave
Don’t be bracing up to me
Put that metal in your mouth
Like – braces on your teeth
80s baby – born in the crack epidemic
Now it’s New Era fitted rock fresh Academics
Live by the code unless you pay to coast
I ain’t caring if you sharing it’s best you break it off

Gates get it like – gun in hand
I’ll make blow do the running man
Then exchange oh him – play Randal Cunningham
Niggas saying duck the game
Cause the struggle man
I’m trying to count mo change
Than a Money Gram
Watch all this shit
Make it rain from the other hand
Nigga bout to have a coupe
Posted up on the block
Roof like a stadium
It open up from the top
Move like a Jefferson – straight to the side
If you grind harder than me
Your bricks fin to die
Gates and Dead Game ain’t goin’ to pretend
Man carry weight like a chain on the end
My dick don’t exist without brain on the end
No cut – cut straight like a blade on your skin
A lot of niggas slow it down – yes I’mma speed up
Running through a field of grass marching over tree stumps
Ain’t no catching up to me
Way too many speed bumps

Kevin Gates – BWA
(What that stand for)
Bread Winners Association
Hustle like get to work
Nigga never gets sleep
Watch it turn to rock
Pot popping like fish grease
Stacks in a rubber band
Grind stand six feet
I’ll make a bitch bleed
Turn him into Swiss cheese
Body full of holes
Like a sponge in a rinse sink
Violence – problems get overlapped
Why is that – cause the bottom always strapped
Everythang a nigga know – got a tote a gat
Forgive me lord – I know a nigga day coming
It’s like I turned a machine – I just make money
I got a session – set for [?] my bitch with me
Ten minutes for the hour – black 650
Dead Game – I gotta send the paint
My watch look like I took a Glock and shot it in the face

About Kevin Gates Lyrics

Artist: Kevin Gates
Related: Songs: My Momma Know Lyrics
Album: Pick Of Da Litter
Release date: 2007
Born: February 5, 1986 (age 36 years)
Full name: Kevin Jerome Gilyard
Nationality: American
Spouse: Dreka Gates (m. 2015)
Children: Khaza Kamil Gates, Islah Koren Gates
Occupation: Rapper, singer, song writer, entrepreneur
Years active: 2007–present
Genres: Hip hop
Labels: Atlantic Bread Winners’Dead Game

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