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Artiste : Kevin Gates
Titre : Major League
Well, one of these ol´ pussy-ass niggas do what y´all salute (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch-ass niggas know they actin´ cap (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
"Luca Brasi"

On the road, back to back for shows, and I ain´t get a cent off that (At all)
Back to cookin´ fish, smell like a brick, I got that scent off that (On God)
Closed doors, ones closest hurtin´ your emotions (Huh?)
Then get ´round, they fake supporters and play perfect on the socials (Hmm)
I can´t go along to get a long, I´m a big soldier (Easy)
Killa Stone reincarnatin´, all Magnolia
That other nigga, we are not the same, fall back homie (Bitch)
I am downtown, night ward, Baton Rouge, big dawg
E-Wayne, K-Wayne, B-Wayne, gettin´ off (Woo)
Meditate, Seroquel, Elavil, sick cough (Roof)
New buildin´, violated

Got shipped, ten songs
I done been up-state with niggas afraid to walk the big yard
Bad karma come to those who cross me, bust the beef here (Boom, boom)
70805, I pull up, hop off, got some street cred´
Lil´ one snuck me, he dead, that other nigga, he dead
I´m major league swingin´ this big bitch, you know how we play it
Copied all my tats, he actin´ like he put in work for this (Yeah)
You ain´t work the trench, you pussy bitch, you rode a bunch of dicks
Heal with that retinol, yeah
Four niggas in folders, yeah
Lord´s got a name for it, don´t know what to call it yet

Gunner, ward mighty, Breadwinner, John Gotti (Wah)
King Ox hit the fed, cut his dreads, kept it solid (Wah)
Tell Lil Hank, that´s my gangster, Jonathan like John Stockton
Know if I go back, I could lay back ´cause I know that he got me
[Dre?] chillin´ my accountant, buku money counters counting
I get John Wheeler, all of his responses gon´ be copied (Gone)
Pretty bitch, big booty, Texas, she responded (What up?)
Eat that dick up on command, meanin´ she in correspondence
Pretty feet, I nibble on her cheeks when we at my apartment (Oh)

All up in her arteries, I slang that dick in high performance
Real drug lord fresh, Kevin dress designer garments
Plugged in, I´ma [make colder?], opposite of boring
Really did it from the corner, graduated to a trap spot
You knew ´bout Gates, 2008, you call that bitch the Match Box
Safety pin and nitro digit scales, I´m moving crack out
Lil´ bitch off Tennessee in here with me, I blew her back out
My partner tellin´ me the game foul, I should back out
My same partner left me in a gown with my back out

Rappers got around me, my stories, they re-enact out
Real big speakers, you ain´t did no time, it just don´t add out
Vroom, Urus wide body kit, I whip the Lamb´ out
Talked about by pussy niggas who indigent with they hand out
Heroin and syringes, real militant, it should tan out
First niggas said they stand on nation business, I´m official
Feelin´ like Demar Derozan, got looked over, turned me vicious
They salute the fakes, say, "Fuck the real," I wonder what I did ´em
I got plenty pretty women whom I won´t give no commitment
Steppin´ on these niggas, fell in love with my new mission

I know music cool, but I know sellin´ drugs would get me richer
With the shit of life sentence come with this and I´m convicted

Damn, we done run out of beat