Live lyrics
by Kevin Gates
Bread winner for life
Got it tatted on my sh*t twice
I was trynna f*ck with that other boy but they rat n*ggas like mice
Gambling habit my pants sagging
And I really like to shoot dice
Bet a hundred
Shoot a hundred n*ggas
Went to prision had a bunch of n*ggas
Everybody that's supposed to love me i ain't get a letter or a f*ckin' n*gga
Where the real n*ggas?
Don't cry about it disrespect me imma die about it
Going live lotta eyes watching, glass house
And a wide body
Baby momma sayin I wasn't sh*tten
She ain't even lying couldn't lye about it
Dope was cheap ‘til election time then Obama won, prices skyrocket