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Kevin Gates - Counting On Ya Lyrics

I mean, whattup?
I mean
A lot is countin' on ya
Your women sidin' with ya partners
Why they plottin' on ya?
We might never understand
No one's there to hold your hand

Even heaven would agree
Sometimes, how this road gets
Losin' focus
Can't depend on them
Why do they depend on me?
They was all I had, I mean
What made 'em go pretend on me?
Spirit of the sermon, discernin' moments I see shit
Can't look me in the eyes
Then it's somethin' you don't agree with

Perhaps I'm too quick off the draw
from how I deal with altercations
From where gangsters only talk cocaine
it ain't no other language
Awkward interviews discussin' my inner views on life itself
Figure me pretentious, evading mischief by writing hymns
Labels shown interest, no showers are showin' interest
Both old ladies show resentment
resented my show of interest

Moved out from my momma detached garage
and a small apartment
Shut the door or shut the fuck up, we fussin'
we always arguin'
It sucks we always arguin', but she started it
Moms believe, I grew up on the farm with no understandin'
Kevin's stupid, tell him anything, he won't understand it
Stupid ass Kevin, anything, he won't understand it
A lot is countin' on ya

Your women sidin' with ya partners, why they plottin' on ya?
We might never understand
no one's there to hold your hand
Even heaven would agree sometimes, how this road gets
Losin' focus can't depend on them
why do they depend on me?
They was all I had, I mean what made 'em go
pretend on me?
Spirit of the sermon, discernin' moments I see shit
Can't look me in the eyes
then it's somethin' you don't agree with

Stolen cars, open charges, matchin' blunts
blowin' each other charges
Summer '08 me and Menance in a Daytona charger
Club exquisite, nigga know the business, pull off in the front
Ain't no Vip, got nook in front, pockets got the mumps
Money come in clumps, what I clutch
might knock out your lung
Keep that on the tuck, it go kk if you uh

Got two people livin' in me, one the realest one a killer
Luca Brasi, he a sinner, Kevin trynna be a Christian
Seems life is less fulfilling when livin' is unattended
Performin' rituals to whatever God that'll listen
Had a lot of prayers answered, ain't had to sit in no buildin'
Run your flap, get your bap for a package, I'm in the buildin'
A lot is countin' on ya
Your women sidin' with ya partners, why they plottin' on ya?

We might never understand
no one's there to hold your hand
Even heaven would agree sometimes, how this road gets
Losin' focus can't depend on them
why do they depend on me?
They was all I had, I mean what made 'em
go pretend on me?
Spirit of the sermon, discernin' moments I see shit
Can't look me in the eyes
then it's somethin' you don't agree with