kevin gates
counting on ya
I mean, whattup? I mean A lot is countin' on ya Your women sidin' with ya partners Why they plottin' on ya? We might never understand No one's there to hold your hand Even heaven would agree Sometimes, how this road gets Losin' focus Can't depend on them Why do they depend on me? They was all I had, I mean What made 'em go pretend on me? Spirit of the sermon, discernin' moments I see shit Can't look me in the eyes Then it's somethin' you don't agree with Perhaps I'm too quick off the draw from how I deal with altercations From where gangsters only talk cocaine it ain't no other language Awkward interviews discussin' my inner views on life itself Figure me pretentious, evading mischief by writing hymns Labels shown interest, no showers are showin' interest Both old ladies show resentment resented my show of interest Moved out from my momma detached garage and a small apartment Shut the door or shut the fuck up, we fussin' we always arguin' It sucks we always arguin', but she started it Moms believe, I grew up on the farm with no understandin' Kevin's stupid, tell him anything, he won't understand it Stupid ass Kevin, anything, he won't understand it A lot is countin' on ya Your women sidin' with ya partners, why they plottin' on ya? We might never understand no one's there to hold your hand Even heaven would agree sometimes, how this road gets Losin' focus can't depend on them why do they depend on me? They was all I had, I mean what made 'em go pretend on me? Spirit of the sermon, discernin' moments I see shit Can't look me in the eyes then it's somethin' you don't agree with Stolen cars, open charges, matchin' blunts blowin' each other charges Summer '08 me and Menance in a Daytona charger Club exquisite, nigga know the business, pull off in the front Ain't no Vip, got nook in front, pockets got the mumps Money come in clumps, what I clutch might knock out your lung Keep that on the tuck, it go kk if you uh Got two people livin' in me, one the realest one a killer Luca Brasi, he a sinner, Kevin trynna be a Christian Seems life is less fulfilling when livin' is unattended Performin' rituals to whatever God that'll listen Had a lot of prayers answered, ain't had to sit in no buildin' Run your flap, get your bap for a package, I'm in the buildin' A lot is countin' on ya Your women sidin' with ya partners, why they plottin' on ya? We might never understand no one's there to hold your hand Even heaven would agree sometimes, how this road gets Losin' focus can't depend on them why do they depend on me? They was all I had, I mean what made 'em go pretend on me? Spirit of the sermon, discernin' moments I see shit Can't look me in the eyes then it's somethin' you don't agree with