No Option Internet Money & Kevin Gates

[Intro: Kevin Gates]
Know what I've been going through lately?
Sometimes I, I get depressed, I might overeat or I might not eat
Sometimes I get to buying shit that I don't even need
Clothes that I'm never gon' wear
I get to entertaining old relationships and shit

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell or the block or the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up, throw away the key
They don't care about a nigga like me so I
Stack it up, I got this shit poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
I had just finished a prison stench
Without the presumption of innocence
The system don't look at me different
When I'm only trying to do something legitimate
My children been mad at they mothers
Like, "When is our daddy coming home?"
We video visit on FaceTime but they like a thousand miles away
Christian Louboutin, I got my spikes on now
Fall off in the morning, look like Girls Gone Wild
I'm in Chiraq and you know how I'm livin'
I'm warning 'em in, it's a dangerous city
I'm still tryna see where the fuck I fit in
When all that I did was get caught with a pistol
Chief of parole was a black man
Or, in better words, another nigga
You know you lied on me on the stand
I'm still tryna see what I did
Went to trial in federal court, knowing I was gon' lose
Even when the verdict got rendered, I'll still be a bread winner