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No Option
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Internet Money
Featuring(s) : Kevin Gates
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[Kevin Gates] Know what I've been going through lately? Sometimes I, I get depressed, I might over eat or I might not eat Sometimes I get to buying shit I don't even need Clothes that I'm never gon' wear I get to entertaining that all relationships are shit 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 Ain't no care 'bout a nigga like me so I Stack it up, got this shit poppin' Had to make it out, I had no option [Kevin Gates] I had just finished the prison stage Without the presumption of innocence The system don't look at me different When I'm on a trial, I 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 I did was get caught with a pistol Chief of parole was a black man Only 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 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 Ain't no care 'bout a nigga like me so I Stack it up, got this shit poppin' Had to make it out, I had no option [Kevin Gates] I thought when I got out of jail in Florida I wouldn't sit in a cell again Broke the lil' promise I made to my daughter That I wouldn't put her through hell again The man in the mirror look at me and Wilson You gotta get better control of your businesses Quit being stubborn whenever you suffer The people that suffer the most are your children Flew her in from Houston, I got my ice on now Lick on her lip, I had until the lights go out A bit of a circumstance, in my section I'm labeled a shooter People that don't even know me So how in the fuck they controlling my future? All of the people who mad at me smilin' I know that they proud of me Holdin' it down, up the road, on a beat Everybody that doubted me Flew baby in from Houston, got my ice on now Lick on her lip, I had until the lights go out 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 Ain't no care 'bout a nigga like me so I Stack it up, got this shit poppin' Had to make it out, I had no option [Kevin Gates] 'Til the lights go out You know sometimes I, I-I I get, I get depressed You know and I can't move And I might get on Instagram and slide in the DM of a bitch that I used to fuck with And I fly a baby in from Houston, got my ice on now Lick on her lip, I had 'til the lights go out 'Til the lights go out (Oh) Hahahaha Raw! Keep that
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