By My Lonely (Explicit)
Kevin Gates"By My Lonely (Explicit)" is a song by Kevin Gates, released in 2019 in the Pop genre. The song is 1:57 long and contains 58 lines and 431 words.
0:00By My Lonely - Kevin Gates
0:00Killers in my hood they know me by my first name
0:03You know 'em by their work name I know 'em by their birth name
0:06Type of weight make a man stand on principle
0:09Kill yourself but get your whole fam slammed on principle
0:12I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
0:15Lonely
0:16I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
0:18By my lonely
0:19I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
0:22By my lonely
0:23F**k n***a I don't wanna be your homie
0:26For real
0:26Yeah Speaker Knockerz I just ordered up I got a hundred in
0:29Keep the mop watch how you talk to me b***h I'm not one of them
0:32General for real g-give a decree the streets salute me
0:35Sweaty sheets jumpin' up outta my sleep this how we gotta go eat
0:39Safety pin apiece c*****e resin stuck on the side of the scale
0:42Watchin' the cameras
0:43If you can deal with the smell dealin' with paraphernal'
0:45Weight in the pale keepin' 'em off of the trail
0:47Texture up under my nails
0:48Storm comin' bond money inevitable that you sit in a cell
0:52I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
0:55Lonely
0:55I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
0:57By my lonely
0:58I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
1:01By my lonely
1:02F**k n***a I don't wanna be your homie
1:05For real
1:05Sick and tired of my phone ringin' workin' that b***h I'm takin' a call
1:08Hello
1:08Workin' with bricks I'm drivin' a car
1:09Killer
1:10Got my body hard
1:11Big ol' stepper with a rod shop in the mall no bodyguard
1:14Heavy metal in my section I'm controllin' I'm in charge
1:18It's the heavily respected I'll take a b***h to war
1:21B***h I got steppers in my section bodies on their firearms
1:24Blow the clothes off your back boom boom set off car alarms
1:27C-C-Carbon with a drum tiger you no try to run
1:31Give a f**k 'bout your Chanel
1:32I don't
1:33I'm tied in with the mayor
1:34Achoo
1:34Go sit down went to jail
1:36I'm part of the cartel
1:37I'm a Breadwinner don and we came up from nothin'
1:41And we prayed off crumbs I was raised in the slums
1:44I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
1:47Lonely
1:47I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
1:50By my lonely
1:50I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
1:53By my lonely
1:54F**k n***a I don't wanna be your homie
1:57For real
By My Lonely - Kevin Gates Killers in my hood they know me by my first name You know 'em by their work name I know 'em by their birth name Type of weight make a man stand on principle Kill yourself but get your whole fam slammed on principle I had to make a couple bands by my lonely Lonely I had to make a couple bands by my lonely By my lonely I had to make a couple bands by my lonely By my lonely F**k n***a I don't wanna be your homie For real Yeah Speaker Knockerz I just ordered up I got a hundred in Keep the mop watch how you talk to me b***h I'm not one of them General for real g-give a decree the streets salute me Sweaty sheets jumpin' up outta my sleep this how we gotta go eat Safety pin apiece c*****e resin stuck on the side of the scale Watchin' the cameras If you can deal with the smell dealin' with paraphernal' Weight in the pale keepin' 'em off of the trail Texture up under my nails Storm comin' bond money inevitable that you sit in a cell I had to make a couple bands by my lonely Lonely I had to make a couple bands by my lonely By my lonely I had to make a couple bands by my lonely By my lonely F**k n***a I don't wanna be your homie For real Sick and tired of my phone ringin' workin' that b***h I'm takin' a call Hello Workin' with bricks I'm drivin' a car Killer Got my body hard Big ol' stepper with a rod shop in the mall no bodyguard Heavy metal in my section I'm controllin' I'm in charge It's the heavily respected I'll take a b***h to war B***h I got steppers in my section bodies on their firearms Blow the clothes off your back boom boom set off car alarms C-C-Carbon with a drum tiger you no try to run Give a f**k 'bout your Chanel I don't I'm tied in with the mayor Achoo Go sit down went to jail I'm part of the cartel I'm a Breadwinner don and we came up from nothin' And we prayed off crumbs I was raised in the slums I had to make a couple bands by my lonely Lonely I had to make a couple bands by my lonely By my lonely I had to make a couple bands by my lonely By my lonely F**k n***a I don't wanna be your homie For real
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