Kevin Gates - Major League
When one of these ol' pussy-ass niggas do what y'all saluting
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch-ass niggas know they actin' [?]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
On the road, back to back for shows, and, I ain't get a cent off that (At all)
Back to cookin' fish, smell like a brick, I got that scent off that (On God)
Closed doors, ones closest hurtin' your emotions (Huh?)
Then get 'round, they fake supporters and play perfect on the socials (Hmm)
I can't go along to get a long, I'm a big soldier
Killers [?] reincarnated, all Magnolia
That other nigga, we are not the same, fall back homie (Bitch)
I am downtown, night war, Baton Rouge, big dawg
E-Wayne, K-Wayne, B-Wayne, gettin' off
Meditate, Seroquel, [?], sit call
New buildin', violated
God shipped ten soldiers
I done been up-state with niggas afraid to walk the big yard
Bad karma come to those who cross [?] head
70805, I pull up, hop off, got some street cred'
Lil' one snuck me, he dead, that other nigga, he dead
I'm major league swingin' this big bitch, you know how we play it
Copied all my tats, he actin' like he put in work for this
You ain't work the trench, you pussy bitch, you rode a bunch of dicks
Heal with that retinol, yeah
Four niggas in folders, yeah
Lord's got a name for it, don't know what to call it yet
Gunner, ward mighty, Breadwinner, John Gotti (Yeah)
King Ox hit the fed, cut his dreads, kept it solid (Yeah)
Tell Lil Hank that's my gangster, Jonathan like John Stockton
Know if I go back, I could lay back 'cause I know that he got me
[?] in my accountant, buku money caught us counting
I get [?] his response, it gon' be copied
Pretty bitch, big booty, Texas, she responded
Eat that dick up on command, meanest shit, call us partners
Pretty feet, I nibble on her cheeks when we at my apartment
All up in her arteries, I slang that dick in high performance
Real drug Lord pressure
[?] inside of garments
Blood in, I'm gon' make colder, opposite of boring
Really did it from the corner, graduated to a trap spot
You knew 'bout Gates, 2008, you call that bitch the Match Box
Safety pin and nitro [?] scales, I'm moving crack out
Lil bitch off Tennessee and hit with me, I blew her back out
My partner tellin' me the game foul, I should back out
My same partner left me in a gown with my back out
Rappers got around me, my stories, they re-enact out
Real big speaker, you ain't did no time, it just don't add out
Vroom, Urus wide body kit, I whip the Lamb out
Talked about by pussy niggas who indigent with they hand out
Heroin and syringes, we're militant, it should tan out
First niggas said they stand on nation business, I'm official
Feelin' like Demar Derozan, got looked over, turned me vicious
They salute the fakes, say fuck the real, I wonder what I did 'em
I got plenty pretty women whom I won't give no commitment
Steppin' on these niggas, fell in love with my new mission
I know music cool, but I know sellin' drugs would get me richer
With the shit of life sinners come with this and I'm convicted
