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Letras
[Verse 1]
Everything I do, you bitches got a problem with it
Hmm, carry on (Carry on)
I take a shit, you got a problem with it
Hmm, carry on (Carry on)
Huh, aye, you make it like it's about dude
You know it ain't about that
You know what the fuck you did, **** (Damn)
I don't hate you, you Muslim
Man, I'ma show you how great I am
Carry on (Carry on)
[Verse 2]
For the record, I am Muslim first, where should I begin?
I'm a general, I'm one of them men, ABPSN
I'm hospitable, respect agreed, but we cannot be friends
Social media, I'm not promotin' criminal intent
Big spender, get to business deals when killers get to sin
Whoever played, I want they family members, I'ma set a trend
Bow my head and say, "Astaghfirullah, forgive me for my sins"
F-250, drop my Hellcat off and whip up in a Benz (Hmm)
[Verse 3]
Downtown, Ninth Ward, Alabo and Rocheblave (Yuh)
Big chiefs in them thangs, breadwinner, gunner gang (Yuh)
New Infiniti in gunner phase, how we discussin' things? (Aye)
Timid, Ninth Ward did it, gon' have another son to raise (Aye)
**** started actin' like Big Brasi ain't the truth out ch'ere (Ah)
I done caught a body if a **** want some proof out ch'ere (Ah)
Southside, Baton Rouge, standin' up on Fran Street (Ooh)
Standin' up on 12th Street, big London package, hand me (We runnin')
With Butchie out on Evergreen, standin' up on Taft Street
Sold dope on Murder street, St. Joseph Abbey Street (For real)
Crate and Stewart, middle of the drought and he ain't textin' me (Check on me)
Carolina Street's applyin' pressure, you can ask for me
[Verse 4]
Truck, grey Monte Carlo, hustle till my lungs collapse on me
Garfield Street, ask Big Boi, charge twenty for a zip of lean
B.O.N., I'm a big, ol' **** with that MAC on me
Zap-a-hard, fifteen on, I'm weighin' a rack a piece
They shot me down, broke my bone in half, it ain't no jackin' me
Hospital every pack, digi-scale, dope and them bands on me (Sheesh)
Shoutout to God, no bodyguard, wore my hat, he had plans for me (Allahu Akbar)
I was on my ass doin' bad and dope boy had grabbed for me
[Verse 5]
Mile, I blew them stacks, payed him back, and T-Newman grabbed for me
Born like my hustle, I must, a free agent drafted me
Honda Accord with Dreka, move discretely with that strap on me
Accidentally turned up, Oakland, Cali', Sac' on me (Yow)
[Verse 6]
Fuckin' with the plug daughter, her mama put that pack on me
No five-ton, no metal box, I'm comin' with the stamp on me
Leavin' Hammond with what's-his-name, Fleep is spillin' ack on me
Solo, I feel gangster, reason, presence in the back of me
[Verse 7]
Abuelita's spirit, got the Godmother backin' me
**** murdered Mazi, I was gone, that shit had damaged me
Bodega bans'll tell you in New York that I got handlin'
Big Jigga tell you, if I love you, anything you ask of me (Aye, what you got for me?)
[Verse 8]
Breadwinner, brave heart, ain't trippin' 'bout no brave team (Uh-uh)
Stalkin', tryna choke somethin', ain't stickin' like no Beijing
Curb Boy Trell, you know these **** out here hate me
Want me to suffer, melt my butter, oven, hot potato, bake me
Lil' killer, listen, you hop in the streets, you know, a lot gon' change
When you a Gates, it's in your DNA, so you are not gon' change
Protect your sister, know what you believe, you gotta die this way
Once you go to jail, expect your bitch to play a lot of games
[Verse 9]
Even your clique respect the way you built, a lot are not the same
Never rat, always mind the business, that's a prouder way
You a good friend, remember, you not friendly, you don't ride the wave
Respect yourself and everything around you, we not tryna play
He who try, ain't no doubt about it, divin' in his face
No surrender, no retreat, reply, bitch, you gon' die today
Represent your tribe with your actions and your body language
Upright, independent, fearless, movin' with all types of angels
Nine thousand miles due East, where the holy copper stations?
Muslim makes salat, this all we got, you take your time with prayin' (Allahu Akbar)
[Verse 10]
Upright, independent, fearless, praises go to my creator
Upright, independent, fearless, we havin' a lot of paper
Upright, independent, fearless, even if my body stinkin'
[Verse 11]
Hmm, what else?
Written by: Kevin Gates, Nick Seeley, Reuben Proctor