Kevin Gates - Not Really lyrics

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Kevin Gates - Not Really lyrics

(Hook) Trust issues got me being cautious, not friendly n***as rollin' swishas, do I wanna hit it? Not really Blood in the streets for any one of my n***as I'm riding solo, I be strapped with that 9 milli I'mma make you k** me, I'mma make you k** me Baby I'm a different type or real, I can't make you feel me Neva disrespect me, I'mma make you k** me Maybe to police in my city, I'm already guilty (Verse 1) Judicate, the housing where I'm residing is boarded up Don't go hard, go hard, go hard, go hard in stores, at work, order up Don't come up to talk to us for nothing, exit is for rummy(?) Been here in the streets, I see police, they don't protect and serve Hands on the badge of a bad one, stretch him, make him hurt Young n***as go berserk, he's in pain, taking narcotics Hearing sirens outside, found another body Nobody ever give us, take it, resort to robbin' Education in the game which came from my reviving While on the move, bumping Future, ain't no way around it While in School, caught up chasing loo, take a break, I doubt it Nuts hanging to the floor, nothing else to say about it (Hook) Trust issues got me being cautious, not friendly n***as rollin' swishas, do I wanna hit it? Not really Blood in the streets for any one of my n***as I'm riding solo, I be strapped with that 9 milli I'mma make you k** me, I'mma make you k** me Baby I'm a different type or real, I can't make you feel me Neva disrespect me, I'mma make you k** me Maybe to polices in my city, I'm already guilty (Verse 2) These things make it down block, Sound shots Children make the news, small murders, that any town got He just want some shoes, you fooled, you got around that I don't like n***as who be talking out of turn Solid object, gotta turn into profit, feed my pocket Fiber optic going brr-brick-bra-brrra, my type of violence Live a hustla, die a gangsta, why not move in silence? I'm the original my self, can't be no carbon copy Switch lanes they come behind me, pulling out on sideways Now the Impalas rockin' , braid with the auto co*ker Listen to Starlito Other rappers are f**in' liars 100 gang, come on Fire, fire fire, fire (Hook) Trust issues got me being cautious, not friendly n***as rollin' swishas, do I wanna hit it? Not really Blood in the streets for any one of my n***as I'm riding solo, I be strapped with that 9 milli I'mma make you k** me, I'mma make you k** me Baby I'm a different type or real, I can't make you feel me Neva disrespect me, I'mma make you k** me Maybe to police in my city, I'm already guilty

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