Kevin Gates - Not Really Lyrics:
[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 baker 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
Made it 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 as Starbuck, work, work it up
Don't come up to talk to us for nothing, exit is for rummy(?)
Been here 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
Can't reside in south side, find nothing about it
Nobody ever give us, taken, resort to robbin'
Education in the game which came to my reviving
While on the move, bump the future, ain't no way around it
It's cool, caught up chasing loo, take a break, I doubt it
Out chasing 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 striving with that 9 milli
I'mma baker 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
Made it to polices in my city, I'm already guilty
[Verse:]
These things make a don block, someone shot
Children make the news, small murders, that any town got
He just want some shoes, you fooled, you got around that
I don't like niggas who be talking out of town
Solid object, gotta turn into profit, feed my pocket
Fiber optic going brr-brick-bra-brrra, my type of violence
Born a hustla, die a gangsta, why not move in silence?
I'm the original my self, can't be no (???)
All these lames that come behind me, pulling out on sideways
Now the Impalas rockin' , braid with the auto cocker
Listenin' to Starlito
Other rappers are fuckin' liars
100 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 baker 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
Made it to polices in my city, I'm already guilty
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 baker 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
Made it 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 as Starbuck, work, work it up
Don't come up to talk to us for nothing, exit is for rummy(?)
Been here 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
Can't reside in south side, find nothing about it
Nobody ever give us, taken, resort to robbin'
Education in the game which came to my reviving
While on the move, bump the future, ain't no way around it
It's cool, caught up chasing loo, take a break, I doubt it
Out chasing 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 striving with that 9 milli
I'mma baker 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
Made it to polices in my city, I'm already guilty
[Verse:]
These things make a don block, someone shot
Children make the news, small murders, that any town got
He just want some shoes, you fooled, you got around that
I don't like niggas who be talking out of town
Solid object, gotta turn into profit, feed my pocket
Fiber optic going brr-brick-bra-brrra, my type of violence
Born a hustla, die a gangsta, why not move in silence?
I'm the original my self, can't be no (???)
All these lames that come behind me, pulling out on sideways
Now the Impalas rockin' , braid with the auto cocker
Listenin' to Starlito
Other rappers are fuckin' liars
100 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 baker 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
Made it to polices in my city, I'm already guilty
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