Lyrics Kevin Gates

Kevin Gates

Streets of B.R.

The game on freeze

But I be trapping in and out it

You gotta believe

That there ain't no other way

Around it

I can't sleep

But pray to God

That he find me

The shit won't cease

They say they found another body

In the streets of BR

It's the hardest way of living

The good die young

And the others go to prison

In the streets of BR

Listen close and pay attention

The Church ain't safe

So I ain't looking for religion

In the streets of BR

Gripping this Mac 10

Work for my workers

Helicopter circling prostitutes I be servin' em

Prosecuting Attorney want me dead

It ain't like I ever did em shit

But kept my family fed - I bled

Police pulled me over

But I fled

Ain't no catching Gates

I'm working with a set of legs

I stand still

I try to give you examples

Of how this man feel

If I don't catch you and kill you

This other man will

I got that tan still

Peanut butter ground ill

Let me catch your hand

In my can

Here come the blam - ill

You steal a wallet or a purse

To satisfy the hunger

Of your pockets

Till they burst - it's worse

My partner's sister youngin

Like to flirt

An older nigga raped her

I could never know the hurt

It hurts

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts

The game on freeze

But I be trapping in and out it

You gotta believe

That there ain't no other way

Around it

I can't sleep

But pray to God

That he find me

The shit won't cease

They say they found another body

In the streets of BR

It's the hardest way of living

The good die young

And the others go to prison

In the streets of BR

Listen close and pay attention

The Church ain't safe

So I ain't looking for religion

In the streets of BR

I grip boulders to pitch

To the real smokers

And buy stolen goods

From all of the deal holders

Food stamp card

Most of my meals' frozen

Most of us deal dope

And all of us still tote it

Whoa hop out of the truck

With the chopper

Make us spray rounds

Lay down

This is not a playground

Ya heard me

Kay sounds

Tell him I'm on my way 'round

Ya heard me

I'm in all black

With the black mask and gloves

Double strap the tac

Go rrrr-at backin' 'em up

Line myself shells

Hell is where ya findin' em

Mine are to the streets

From the television monitor

First rule of the game

No trust no love

If I could just remember

That touch I'd sing something

Passed by rocking that Gates

They mean mugging

You niggas don't exist in the game

You mean nothin'

You niggas don't exist in the game

You mean nothin'

The game on freeze

But I be trapping in and out it

You gotta believe

That there ain't no other way

Around it

I can't sleep

But pray to God

That he find me

The shit won't cease

They say they found another body

In the streets of BR

It's the hardest way of living

The good die young

And the others go to prison

In the streets of BR

Listen close and pay attention

The Church ain't safe

So I ain't looking for religion

In the streets of BR

Get away to a place

Where I'm good

Its raw women with AIDS

And they stay in my hood

To all niggas with braids

Got blazed where I stood

Small nigga with waves

Says Gates, it's all good

I do this cuz I love you

Consider it on a muscle

You had gave me the game

When I didn't have a penny

You was the one who came

When them other niggas didn't

Money over bitches

Anybody could get it

Hospital or ditches

Bicycles or fences

Layin low with intentions

Of coming out up out the trenches surrender

Can't see it or witness

Can't be it I see it

At the same time

But I can't speak it

Nightmares from the night air

Stares and a groan slight

Glare from the right flare

Tears in the bone

Two bottles few models

Pair of patron

And the drum roll sound

Like snares when its on

The game on freeze

But I be trapping in and out it

You gotta believe

That there ain't no other way

Around it

I can't sleep

But pray to God

That he find me

The shit won't cease

They say they found another body

In the streets of BR

It's the hardest way of living

The good die young

And the others go to prison

In the streets of BR

Listen close and pay attention

The Church ain't safe

So I ain't looking for religion

In the streets of BR