Kevin Gates - Not Really (Lyrics - Paroles)

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Kevin Gates - Not Really (Lyrics - Paroles)

Kevin Gates - Not Really (Lyrics - Paroles)
(Hook)

Trust issues got me being cautious, not friendly

Niggas rollin' swishas, do I wanna hit it? Not really

Blood in the streets for any one of my nigga

I'm riding solo, I be strapped with that 9 milli

I'mma make you kill me, I'mma make you kill me

Maybe I'm a different type of real, I can't make you feel me

Neva disrespect me, I'mma make you kill me

Maybe to polices in my city, I'm already guilty
(Verse)

Judicate, the housing where I'm residing is already boarded up

Don't go hard, it's hard, go hard, we starvin, got work , order up

Walking up, dont talk to us for nothing, exigent from round' me

Been in the streets, I see police, they don't protect and serve

Hands on the badge of a bad one, stretch him, make him hurt

Young niggas go berserk, he's in pain, taking narcotics

Hearing sirens, south side, found another body

Nobody ever gave us, take it, resort to robbin'

Education in the game which came from my reviving

While on the move, bumpin' the future, ain't no way around it

While in school , caught up chasing loo, take a break, I doubt it

Nuts hanging to the flow, nothing else to say about it
(Hook)

Trust issues got me being cautious, not friendly

Niggas rollin' swishas, do I wanna hit it? Not really

Blood in the streets for any one of my nigga

I'm riding solo, I be strapped with that 9 milli

I'mma make you kill me, I'mma make you kill me

I'm a different type or real, I can't make you feel me

Neva disrespect me, I'mma make you kill me

Maybe to polices in my city, I'm already guilty
(Verse)

These things make a down block, someone shot

Children make the news, small murders, that any town got

He just want some shoes, you fooled if you got around that

I don't like niggas who be talking out of turn

Solid object, gotta turn into profit, feed my pocket

Fiber optic going brr-brick-bra-brrra, my type of violence

a Live hustla, die a gangsta, why not move in silence?

I'm the original my self, can't be no carbon copy

Switch lanes, it come behind me, pulling out on side me

Now I be in Impalas while getting brain with a auto cocker

Listenin' to Starlito

Other rappers are fuckin' liars

100it gang, come on

Fire, fire fire, fire
(Hook)

Trust issues got me being cautious, not friendly

Niggas rollin' swishas, do I wanna hit it? Not really

Blood in the streets for any one of my nigga

I'm riding solo, I be striving with that 9 milli

I'mma make you kill me, I'mma make you kill me

I'm a different type or real, I can't make you feel me

Neva disrespect me, I'mma make you kill me

Maybe it to polices in my city, I'm already guilty

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