More songs by Kevin Gates
Description
Producer: 2Much
Masterer: Colin Leonard
Mixer: John Will
Vocals: Kevin Gates
Producer: Nick Seeley
Writer: Marcellus Kevin Gates
Writer: Nick Seeley
Writer: Reuben Proctor
Lyrics and translation
Original
Standing over that bitch, I was drilling that bitch.
That bitch blood flew on my lips, I licked my lips and kept drilling. Huh.
-What you ever did?
-This the introduction of Luka Brasi 4 if -you just now tuning in. -What you ever did?
-Lion of Judah, he is the conqueror. -What you ever did?
Old scars healed. Every now and again, they go to bleeding out.
Old associates passed the test, had to weed 'em out.
Spirit starting to feel alive again, I'm achieving now. Heights where the eagles reside, slowly reaching now.
Forgive, can't forget what they did, we just don't think about it.
Wanted me on trips with her friends to spend the weekend out.
Probably 'cause of what I could spend, but they gon' leave that out.
Recognize the game being played, right game, wrong nigga. If you thought I was something to play with, suggest a second opinion.
I control the outer realm, I'm gifted, I'm something serious.
In the venue I'm attending, the angels making appearances.
I am the Lamb of God, the prophet angel of fear. I am the Lamb of God for he who don't comprehend. Who am I?
I am God in the flesh, you not. Trapping out a few spots.
Couldn't afford a safe, stacking paper out a shoebox. This is not the place for me to stay, I'm tryna move out.
Welcome to the Kevin Gates estate, went and bought a new house.
Long way away from car chases, having shootouts.
Now we having brunches and lunches on top of rooftops. Tequila tasting, Beverly Hills, purchasing new spots.
I'm unapologetically me, what you gon' do 'bout it?
Shout out Coach Mike, Mike Karen, he brought the truth out me. Teflon Don, I got it, it's bulletproof Brasi.
Kevlar tuxedo rocking salute the blue collar. Real working man, not a sucker if you confused by it.
Mafia material, real inside the coupe I been.
Rappers shoplifting the swagger, but you know you not this. Cartel boy, yo soy de Puerto Rico.
Bricks of that perico, protected by mi madrina. I wonder where she from, ella es de Mexico. Third world
Panama, flights to Colombia. Jimmy make me feel safe, but can't nobody save me. All
I been was genuine, I wonder why they hate me.
I showed you the way, nigga, one day -you could thank me.
-Putting all on the line for you, grinding, going crazy. Chemistry on dinner dates, energy amazing.
You know I don't lie, baby, for you I would die. I protect you with my life to ensure you make it safely.
Part of the cartel, I know you don't know how to tame me.
Things you inquire about, can't do no explaining. Big ol' Genaro, updated my ranking.
Big maleante con caballero.
Big maleante con caballero. Big maleante con caballero.
Big maleante con caballero.
Big maleante con caballero. Big maleante con caballero.
Big maleante con caballero. Big maleante con caballero.
Big maleante con caballero.
English translation
Standing over that bitch, I was drilling that bitch.
That bitch blood flew on my lips, I licked my lips and kept drilling. Huh.
-What you ever did?
-This the introduction of Luka Brasi 4 if -you just now tuning in. -What you ever did?
-Lion of Judah, he is the conqueror. -What you ever did?
Old scars healed. Every now and again, they go to bleeding out.
Old associates passed the test, had to weed 'em out.
Spirit starting to feel alive again, I'm achieving now. Heights where the eagles reside, slowly reaching now.
Forgive, can't forget what they did, we just don't think about it.
Wanted me on trips with her friends to spend the weekend out.
Probably 'cause of what I could spend, but they gon' leave that out.
Recognize the game being played, right game, wrong nigga. If you thought I was something to play with, suggest a second opinion.
I control the outer realm, I'm gifted, I'm something serious.
In the venue I'm attending, the angels making appearances.
I am the Lamb of God, the prophet angel of fear. I am the Lamb of God for he who don't comprehend. Who am I?
I am God in the flesh, you not. Trapping out a few spots.
Couldn't afford a safe, stacking paper out a shoebox. This is not the place for me to stay, I'm tryna move out.
Welcome to the Kevin Gates estate, went and bought a new house.
Long way away from car chases, having shootouts.
Now we having brunches and lunches on top of rooftops. Tequila tasting, Beverly Hills, purchasing new spots.
I'm unapologetically me, what you gon' do 'bout it?
Shout out Coach Mike, Mike Karen, he brought the truth out me. Teflon Don, I got it, it's bulletproof Brasi.
Kevlar tuxedo rocking salute the blue collar. Real working man, not a sucker if you confused by it.
Mafia material, real inside the coupe I been.
Rappers shoplifting the swagger, but you know you not this. Cartel boy, yo soy de Puerto Rico.
Bricks of that perico, protected by mi madrina. I wonder where she from, ella es de Mexico. Third world
Panama, flights to Colombia. Jimmy make me feel safe, but can't nobody save me. All
I been was genuine, I wonder why they hate me.
I showed you the way, nigga, one day -you could thank me.
-Putting all on the line for you, grinding, going crazy. Chemistry on dinner dates, energy amazing.
You know I don't lie, baby, for you I would die. I protect you with my life to ensure you make it safely.
Part of the cartel, I know you don't know how to tame me.
Things you inquire about, can't do no explaining. Big ol' Genaro, updated my ranking.
Big maleante con caballero.
Big maleante con caballero. Big maleante con caballero.
Big maleante con caballero.
Big maleante con caballero. Big maleante con caballero.
Big maleante con caballero. Big maleante con caballero.
Big maleante con caballero.