Lyrics Kevin Gates

Kevin Gates

Homicide

I'm not the strongest man in the world

I never said I was

But, I fear none and I respect all

And if you disrespect it, I'm a die bout it

(Shoot em' up) In the ghetto where we all grind

Sun up to sun down

Hustle all night (Shoot em' up)

Pressure on em, that's at all times

Take one of mine then I'm a make sure that we all cry (one eighty seven)

Homicide, Homicide (Shoot em' up)

Pray that it don't be a homicide

Homicide, Homicide (Shoot em' up)

Pray that it don't be a homicide

Malcom X a religion but this ain't television

Go watch the movie then come back and try to tell me different

I swear to God I miss my nigga chest full of hate (I do)

Bullet in the chamber, pull up and go BANG

Doin' it for his kids the ones that Shud don't look after

Watching the news in a foster home, they father was massacred

In the hospital laid up inside my dick a decathetar

Heal up and go kill up everything in his family

Should've flipped me got to teach the bitch that tried to get at me

Left my nigga children on this Earth to be bastards

Bitch I'm up in the mornin', caught a slip, grip up on em'

At the red light through the windshield knocked out all his components

Had to draw down, lay the law down for a month straight

Ain't no sleepin', nigga beefin', this a month straight

Band-aids on my fingertips, with gloves on I clutch chrome

Duct tape the bottom of my shoes, with the snub on

Up it, spray it to the pavement you a blood donor

Infrared, white shirt, red all the blood on it

Throw a bag of drugs on you, for the crime scene

Drug-related homicide, closed case, crime scene

Extender stick out, BLICKA BLOCK and didn't dick off

Thought that was your bitch she set you up, caught with your dick out

Trail you to the club and catch you thievin' out that bitch

My decoy fight cause a distraction leave you leakin' out that bitch