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Artiste : Kevin Gates
Titre : By My Lonely
Killers in my hood, they know me by my first name
You know ´em by their work name, I know ´em by their birth name
Type of weight make a man stand on principle
Kill yourself but get your whole fam slammed on principle

I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (Lonely)
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (By my lonely)
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (By my lonely)
Fuck nigga, I don´t wanna be your homie (For real)

Yeah, Speaker Knockerz, I just ordered up, I got a hundred in
Keep the mop, watch how you talk to me, bitch, I´m not one of them
General for real, g-give a decree, the streets salute me
Sweaty sheets, jumpin´ up outta my sleep, this how we gotta go eat

Safety pin apiece, cocaine resin stuck on the side of the scale
Watchin´ the cameras
If you can deal with the smell, dealin´ with paraphernal´
Weight in the pale, keepin´ ´em off of the trail
Texture up under my nails
Storm comin´, bond money, inevitable that you sit in a cell

I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (Lonely)
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (By my lonely)
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (By my lonely)
Fuck nigga, I don´t wanna be your homie (For real)

Sick and tired of my phone ringin´, workin´ that bitch, I´m takin´ a call (Hello)
Workin´ with bricks, I´m drivin´ a car, (Killer) got my body hard
Big ol´ stepper with a rod, shop in the mall, no bodyguard
Heavy metal in my section, I´m controllin´, I´m in charge
It´s the heavily respected, I´ll take a bitch to war
Bitch, I got steppers in my section, bodies on their firearms
Blow the clothes off your back, boom, boom, set off car alarms
C-C-Carbon with a drum, tiger, you no try to run
Give a fuck ´bout your Chanel (I don´t)
I´m tied in with the mayor (Achoo)

Go sit down, went to jail
I´m part of the cartel
I´m a Breadwinner don and we came up from nothin´
And we prayed off crumbs, I was raised in the slums

I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (Lonely)
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (By my lonely)
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (By my lonely)
Fuck nigga, I don´t wanna be your homie (For real)