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Kevin Gates
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Counting on Ya
I mean, whattup? I mean A lot is countin on ya Your women sidin with ya partners while 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 hemps Labels shown interest, no showers are showin interest 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 while they plottin on ya We might never understand, no one's there to hold your hand Losin focus Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 Daytona charges Club exquisite, nigga know the business, pull off in the front Ain't no VIP, got pockets got the mumps Money come in clumps, what I clutch might knock out your lung Keep that on the tuck, it go kkk 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 while 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.
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