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Kevin Gates - Murder Game Lyrics

The streets know the real about what's happening with a nigga
I ran through the cuts and hallways with them killas
7 gram quarters, you can get the 250
Stone had the best cocaine in the city
I came up in a dangerous environment
Kept a cutta close cause you niggas do the most
Foreign cars pullin up thats money on your block
Thats them bread winners got them bitches by the flock
If you bout yo hustle I got beans, white and purple
Weed coke and dope, bet not play cause I'll hurt you
OG boobie black I'm in love with the game
If that bitch do you wrong do that bitch the same thang

Yeah thats yo nigga what you gone do about it
Another nigga killed em and the hood knew about it
Pressure on you nigga ain't no time to think now
Better ride for yo nigga put the murder game down
You a bitch nigga should've stayed on the porch
Got up in the game and dont even know the sport
Ride for yo nigga thats how the game go
If you fold on yo nigga you's a mothafuckin hoe

Kevin Gates :
When in the slum we keep the heat on the waistline
For anybody in the way, way
And if you wanna take a life come try and take mine
Here come the eater, meet the millimeter
In the barbershop fresh tape of loose fallin on the margielas
Got a vic driving me around cook dope beige leather partician
Killa stone call a time out
Bring it in bounds Imma go get it
16 6'3 jumped to 85 round a corner still clickin
Whole Maryland got the trap house boomin you can slide through and come with it
In Miami bought another mansion all I had to do is hand em 2 tickets
I'm a rock seller from the block
Still weighing gram on the clock
I call pull up beamer 650 foreign car doors ain't got a lock
In a sky dweller with a fine devil go sky dweller make em watch
Still get food stamp cards yeah buying baking soda by the box
Bomboclat man a bad man
Pussy what still of a no that
Idiot boy want fo test a diamond teeth big and go brah

Yeah thats yo nigga what you gone do about it
Another nigga killed em and the hood knew about it
Pressure on you nigga ain't no time to think now
Better ride for yo nigga put the murder game down
You a bitch nigga should've stayed on the porch
Got up in the game and dont even know the sport
Ride for yo nigga thats how the game go
If you fold on yo nigga you's a mothafuckin hoe

4 nigga kick a competition in the vet trunk hold pressure
Breast aluminum 22s 3 piece forged, don't help him
Jack boys on the prowl, hustle all hours, pray they dont test you
(?) with the dick out, and me and Menace chilling on (?)
Hit Dewright street in Dekalb county
High speed chase got arrested
Hop on 285, James Bond coupe still flexin
Is it ever heaven for a gangsta sittin here thinkin when I be stressing
Cellphone behind the jail wall
Sent a hit, Gunna just blessed em
CTC walking shit down standin up in they chests
OG Boobie Black taught me that the game chess, never no checkers
Pull your skirt down, get out yo feelings fore a real nigga molest you
Pray the rap game hurry up looking over shoulders and sections
While in BGs juvenile detention repping Bread Winners, they steppers
Tweaked out to make some bleed leave you leakin right where they catch you
Pinocchio .44 long sneeze on you no effort
Chi gangsta, been a iron slinger and I'll rip something, no telling
I'm special, I'm special over here
I'm special, I'm special over here
I'm special, (?) the steel
I'm special, protective over here
Whoa, I'm buying foreign cars swear to God
Cali strain in my cigar swear to God
I pull up in foreign cars
You wave the white flag then we let down the arms