Situations

[Intro: Jim Jones & Kevin Gates]

You know we don’t get tired

This is fed life

Gates, you got me covered

I don’t get tired

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]

These situations get hectic I know

We goin' end up just fine

How the fuck does he grind

No time to waste

I can pray Allah

Seem like he mad at me

For something I ain’t play along

Just wanted clothes and food

When we ain’t have a car

Seem like you going nowhere fast

Since you got a job

Stomach hurting - niggas look like food

It make you wanna ride

If you ain’t strung out on the d

Then you gonna supply

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]

Bad dope stopping up the pipe

Trying to shake it back on the spoon

Crunch time we on the gun line

Clutching the tool

I dealt with label

Or should I say the fakers

Walked out on a deal behind the fence

We going major - Troy Aikman

On long range precision

Tend to make you be good

Show a pussy the ropes

Difficult to make him be hood

Hit the streets as they considered us

The scum of the earth

Facial expression on a bum

I’m fin to bump when it hurt

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]

I done seen niggas get life

Take it on the chin

Seen four five shots

Make a nigga spin

Lord is like the streets

Trying to break a nigga in

Lost twenty-one filthy

At Vegas at the Winn

(West side)

I done sold crack and sold records (you know me)

I done hold gats got no records (pardon me)

Hotel rules - a bunch of hoes naked

Like eighty something carats

In my gold necklace

[Verse 3: Neek Bucks]

Feel like the block falling apart

I’m just out here

Trying to connect the dots

Fast life dude

Hope to give my nigga a second shot

And get to speak to him

Told niggas tell me to never stop

I’m on this Greyhound dirty

On my way to some extra knots

Riding in dirty hoopties

Dreams of riding Mercedes

Was off the beef with hammers

If niggas was trying to play me

Fifty grams of dope in my ass

Now moving shaky

Got the state troopers on us

These crackers will never take me

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]

These situations get hectic I know

We goin' end up just fine

How the fuck does he grind

No time to waste

I can pray Allah

Seem like he mad at me

For something I ain’t play along

Just wanted clothes and food

When we ain’t have a car

Seem like you going nowhere fast

Since you got a job

Stomach hurting - niggas look like food

It make you wanna ride

If you ain’t strung out on the d

Then you gonna supply