letra de gate keeper - bandgang lonnie bands & reese youngn
[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 k!ll y’all lil’ drake feature
i don’t fold heag huds, i k!lled 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 k!llin’, 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 b-tt
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
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