[Chorus]
Imma be alright on my own
When I need em' they don’t pick up the phone
When all the money and the bitches be gone
Everybody disappears like a ghost
So Imma be a shadow
Can’t nobody see me 'cause I’m living like a genie
I’m living like the devil my brother tell me Imma demon
'Cause I’m spreading all this semen but I’m trying to get to heaven
I’m dodging all these haters
While I’m trying to get these papers so I gotta keep a weapon
[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Constipated - everything that I eat get regurgitated
Contemplating - robbing my dog for not popping it off
Snort and roamed together, ran in homes together
He a bitch Imma shoot up his car
Lay low and stalk him snub head revolver
Sat in a cell - ain’t pick up when I called him
Could of swore when I spoke to the woman I love
In the background that I heard him talking
Black and brown let the rottweiler loose
Drank by myself this is my shot of goose
Watch out don’t cock it when I got a tool
*crick* Go to popping - not talking about shoes
Latrell on the line he say Kevin I love ya
It was boss I said I love you too bought a new crib in Atlanta
Flippin' in my Panamera slug to get at me
You who want static I might Boobie Black you
Catch you on Beaver Street black booby trap you
Gold on my neck bitch, I’m out of my mind
Built for that gangster shit And I’ll do time
Flight canceled, how dare a nigga even say he saved me, no life jacket
Imma be alright on my own
When I need em' they don’t pick up the phone
When all the money and the bitches be gone
Everybody disappears like a ghost
So Imma be a shadow
Can’t nobody see me 'cause I’m living like a genie
I’m living like the devil my brother tell me Imma demon
'Cause I’m spreading all this semen but I’m trying to get to heaven
I’m dodging all these haters
While I’m trying to get these papers so I gotta keep a weapon
[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Constipated - everything that I eat get regurgitated
Contemplating - robbing my dog for not popping it off
Snort and roamed together, ran in homes together
He a bitch Imma shoot up his car
Lay low and stalk him snub head revolver
Sat in a cell - ain’t pick up when I called him
Could of swore when I spoke to the woman I love
In the background that I heard him talking
Black and brown let the rottweiler loose
Drank by myself this is my shot of goose
Watch out don’t cock it when I got a tool
*crick* Go to popping - not talking about shoes
Latrell on the line he say Kevin I love ya
It was boss I said I love you too bought a new crib in Atlanta
Flippin' in my Panamera slug to get at me
You who want static I might Boobie Black you
Catch you on Beaver Street black booby trap you
Gold on my neck bitch, I’m out of my mind
Built for that gangster shit And I’ll do time
Flight canceled, how dare a nigga even say he saved me, no life jacket
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