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letra de waddup homie, pt. 2 - kevin gates

[intro]
almighty god, i ask that you be with each and every one of our brothers and sisters
that’s lost, that’s found, that’s incarcerated, that’s free
i pray that you bring our loved ones home, immediate release

[verse]
visitation at the prison, on the list, i’m rockin’ bling
name rang, they know my face, it ain’t no need to see id
used to pull up foreign, park the whip and hop out vip
lawyer told me ’cause of covid, i can’t come inside the bing (what you mean?)
god answers prayers, be back quicker than you think
ain’t it a trip how time fly by quicker than you blink?
just rolled through our ghetto, it ain’t like it used to bе
everybody on that h and my lil’ baby sellin’ d (for real)
sh-t thеy sayin’ on that internet, you know you can’t believe (man, come on)
these n-ggas guns be wild firin’, they terrified of beef (for real)
any moment we can wild out and get ’em put to sleep
well-connected, know i’m wifi, i’m really in the streets
do you remember i was bad off on the lean? no longer drink, put down the bottle
lil’ kevin gates on carolina next door to miss connie
got customers that come for weight, i distribute narcotics (ooh)
used to bump the hip, re-rock and shake, i’m cookin’ in the bottom (ooh)
nowadays i rock the stage and make ’em move they body (make ’em move they body)
on my way back from lafayette, i exit off of highland (off of highland)
make a left on east buchanan, press the pedal, we in throttle (vroom)
monte carlo back, then i’m supplyin’ my environment (my environment)
just hit me for a hizzy, i’ma need about a hour
that’s a half a brick for n-ggas who ain’t rockin’ like i’m rockin’ (like i’m rockin’)
eighteen zips, he want it soft, that’s not a problem (not a problem)
on the hip with chicago, bae come bring me that, she got me
she like, “bae, where you say it’s at?”
underneath the counter
next to the chair and cereal, but right behind the boxes
brian, give me thirty minutes, my b-tch on the way from scotland
stoppin’ off on canyon, man, i’m jumpin’ out a honda
i’m in power with a collar shirt, there go luca brasi
i’ma grinder, but you from where i’m from, then losing’s not an option
multiple convictions but we don’t believe in stoppin’
tryna do it with the work until i get the music poppin’ (music poppin’)
70805, they know we cut like that, that’s all the way (all the way)
the people just had passed, but we still trappin’, servin’ all the js (all the js)
go to jail and jump the bond, we right back the r-t-rded way
prayin’ the feds don’t pick up on my charges, keep it all in state
if that’s the case, rodney messina, get it dismissed, a call away
frank ferrara made me cop out, i done threw the ball away
now i’m pressin’ tedrick tryna see if he make these charges shake
i need you in the court of laws (i need you), they tryna throw us all away
what up, homie? you know i’m with you right or wrong
i just hope you know i miss you and i wish you hurry home
your children gettin’ big, in a minute they gon’ be grown (for real)
i know just how you feel, your baby mama did you wrong (f-ck that b-tch)
be like, “what up with you homie?
you know i’m with you right or wrong
just hope you know i miss you and i wish you hurry home
know my schedule done got hectic when i don’t pick up the phone
you know it k!ll me when you stressin’, i can hear it in your tone
i want my family back together, i just pray it don’t be long (yeah)
i just put together this letter and stuck it in a song (ayy)
the ones you love the most will be the ones that do you wrong
i just put together this letter and stuck it in a song
[outro]
yeah, this ain’t nothin’ my n-gga
b-tch, you know i’m all chill
i’m all in the visitation room, you know, shirt bust open
you heard me?
diamonds glistenin’ everywhere (bling-bling, blaow, blaow, blaow)
earrings and my necklace and my wrist they look like february (bling-bling, blaow, blaow, blaow)
i just bought food for the whole compound, you heard? (real life)
i ain’t really into shinin’, i just do that sh-t for mazi
real n-ggas up the road that hold it down on the jokes
ha, i just pray you don’t be too long

- kevin gates

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