Every Little Thing I Do JT the Bigga Figga (Ft. Kevin Gates)

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
I'm a god in the city of god I'm a dog in New Orleans a don in B-R
Show in Detroit I don't need no semi when the drink online I'm a buy too many
OK, really when I felt like dying went hard couldn't cry but the pain ain't ended
Emotional strains, strain ain't endin'
These niggas pretending, fuck is you gettin'
See it in my eyes I'm a soldier really
These teardrops don't make me serious
They just tell a story, consider me a poet
On parole ain't no ego
Fell in love with a stripper could you blame me for it
Baby just lie don't tell me the truth
Truth still hurt and my heart is still proof
Never loved no bitch I ain't part of no crew
Everybody 'round look 'em dead in the eyes
When trouble come 'round they 'gon turn on you
Turn on who, I'm a hold it down for my niggas in the pen doin' life won't change up
When I tell my brother Mazi that I love 'em he don't ever say it back to a nigga before the phone hang up
Hope a nigga know that if he touch what I love on the hush motherfucker you 'gon give your brain up

[Chorus: JT the Bigga Figga]
Me... You
Every Little Thing I Do
Every Little Thing I Do
Every Little Thing I Do
Runnin' 'round my city on flu
Niggas don't want no brew
Every Little Thing I Do
Every Little Thing I Do