Gate Keeper lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Huh, gate keeper, still riskin' my life for the gang, huh
Gate keeper, I can't never go against the grain
I'm the gate keeper, huh
I'm the gate keeper, I'm my brother's keeper

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
I'm a born leader, when I ain't no problem bein' an Indian
Born in the deep in it, I ain't have to learn to swim
Bottle feeder, but the ones on top somehow envy n*ggas
Now my soul bleedin', all them losses I took, it got me scared to win
I scare myself out of my peoples so much, it might just be my death
They say I'm blеssed, but all I feel is pain comin' out my flesh
They say don't strеss, I lost my son, ain't get to see his baby steps
Show me what the definition of love, 'cause I ain't got no feelings left

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Gate keeper, I ain't never goin' against the grain
Gate keeper
Huh, huh
Gate keeper, I ain't never goin' against the grain
Gate keeper, huh
(I know this sh*t might sound strange, but I hope some days it rain)
Huh, I know this sh*t might sound strange, but I hope some days it rain
Sunshine, blue skies, please can you go away?
Man, I'm tired of actin' like everything's okay
They told me play the game, but I can't act fake
f*ck them fake-ass handshakes, I'm really God body, not manmade
Got a permanent band-aid, tryna get a use of real game
Take care of your mamas' kids, that's what gangsters say
[Verse 2: Reese Youngn]
Ooh, they said that I'm the gate keeper
Yeah, all of my n*ggas'd kill y'all lil' Drake feature
I don't fold heag huds, I killed eight people
We see an opp out of beds, my old game is to the [?] bleachers
I know they hate Reese
All of my n*ggas killin', they like to play Reaper
He caught a body and some Nikes with they grape sneakers
It's obvious that she like me, but I can't treat her
I couldn't give you my soul, I know I'm a great cheater, yeah
Roll up your bro, won't he Grade-A reefer
Ballin' on n*ggas' soul, go on, he might bake Anita
Wake up in Klay ass and show my ass 'cause I hate the teachers
The way this bezel bust down, it's like the face is Peter
My n*gga was on the corner 'til the coroner picked him up
Flied out doc play like lasagna, hitted all them n*ggas up
Wished my n*gga was alive and both of his palms I could touch
The second that I heard you died, said I'm burnin' all this sh*t up
Codeine and promethazine fallin' all in my gut
I ain't gon' leave it in your spleen, I'ma put it all on her butt
Peroxide with this 9, haha, fall in the cut
He said it made about a f*ckin' D Dog when it was us
n*gga, yeah

[Outro: Reese Youngn]
Paid Will, n*gga, rest out Skinny Bangs, man
Doin' this sh*t for all our n*ggas, man, rest your racks, man
Everybody that feel bad this sh*t
I'm ballin' out 'til I'm fallin' out, you hear me?
Naw, real gangster sh*t