Trappin’ Or Rappin’ Kevin Gates

[Verse 1]
Brains on my pants, leg
I'm itching to blast
Shit stains, seeing blood got me pissin' my pants
I'm equip with a can
Serving and robbin my people
In a bottom about a dollar they holla miss equal
I seen greats disappear in this life of crime
They snatch Malcolm, kill row in this life of mine
Show a nigga love they smile and they won't move
Same shit got London, shot on the front porch
Then that nigga got Fresh and that stupid chain came
Wig, I got intendancy to shoot and range aim
The colder actors get protected, confidential
The sit downs and the talks made me conscientious
Now my times spent giggling, never mind you bitches
And if your times spent listening
Mind your business
I talk a lot about a grind
Running out of time
KEVIN GATES DEAD GAME, BOTTOM LINE
I been dealing with yay
Pushing and flipping my cake
I'm addicted to thick chicks stick dick in their face
And if I ever get the word you stealin' my babes
You order try to grow fans and live in a lake