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[Intro: Kevin Gates]

Audhubillah min al-shaytaan ir-rajeem

Bismillah al-rahman al-raheem

Alhamdulillah rabb al alamin

Ar-rahman al-raheem

Malik yawm din

Iy-yaka nabudu wa iy-yaka nastain

Ihdina sirata l-mustaqim

Sirata ladhina an-amta alayhim

Ghayri l-maghdubi alayhim

Wala dal-lin, Ameen

[?] falaal gali bilayk, Allahu Akbar

Mm, Luca Brasi

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]

Louis V, used to be they treated me like Dave Chappelle

Day-to-day, I got my weight up, heavyweight, I weigh the scale

Trap or die, how we survive and organize, you go to jail

My lil' young bitch a gangsta, how I keep it, that's my, yeah (That's my, yeah)

Any other bitch gon' bail when they find out you can't make bail (You can't make bail)

Been spinnin' before you ever placed your love with someone else

Breadwinner, alumni status, told my brother ain't nothin' else

I'm in that industry, they diggin' me, got stripes under my belt

Biscayne, by the beach, I got money in my reach (I do)

[?] tatted, Dior flaggin', got my black Amiri jeans (Ooh)

Bitch bad, if I don't like the way she act, then I'ma leave (Yeah)

Drop a bag and get you seen, park the whip, hop out on feet (Boom-boom, boom-boom)

I'm a big soldier, Coca-Cola, bring that water to a boss

Smell the odor, drop the yola, let it melt down to the [?]

Kitchen stove, I'm standin' over, watchin' over Pyrex jars

Held it down on prison yards, court of law, project hog

Designer stores inside the mall, rockin' ice, no bodyguard

A lot of work, shout out to God, workin' out my body hard

Bullet wounds I'm bearin', arms tatted, bet my body scarred

Goin' hard ain't no facade, exotic whips in my garage

Run with niggas who gon' step behind the kid and take they charge

I'm in charge, got some shit around my wrist, two hundred large

If I stretched 'em, let the Lord forgive 'em, bitch, 'cause I'm not sorry (I'm not)

I be swaggin' all on campus, I'm in college, takin' classes

Did the Urkel, lookin' nerdy, sellin' birds, I'm rockin' glasses

In the trenches of Atlanta, jumpin' out the back of Phantoms

Everybody 'round me strapped, I'll nail a shit and we got hammers (Yeah)

Everybody 'round me stamped, show paperwork, now check my jacket (Ah-ooh)

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]

I get active, I get active

I get active, I get active

I get active, I get active

I get active, I get active

Everybody 'round me stamped, show paperwork, now check my jacket

A three-time convicted felon, money long, and I get active

[Bridge: T.I.]

Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High

Will rest in the shadows of the Almighty

I will say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress"

A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand

But it will not come near you

You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked

If you say and believe, "The Lord is my refuge" and you make the Most High your dwelling, no harm will overtake you

King

[Verse 2: T.I.]

Lord, forgive 'em

For the shit they say about me, they don't know me

They wouldn't play if they know eighty niggas'll take these charges for me

Hard to jam it when you know what I came from

Hear a whole hip-hop [?] from me

Hard to send me, you're into that bullshit, if a real guarantee guard it to me

Started sellin' yay in the sixth grade, if you hatin', bet your heart is timid

Started bailin', when you see me in a crew [?] cold-hearted felon

Target melons, that's what we did, [?] day they spray, you started yellin'

Started tellin' but on IG, you hard as hellin'

I'ma tell you somethin' serious, nigga, come in here tryna boost your career

Ain't common, dear, I'ma commandeer

The situation, treat him like a hunting deer in the frontier

Listen, I been king twenty-one years

Took losses, never shed one tear

That's cuz even when the future unclear

Confidence, I always had a ton up here

Sucka niggas, we ain't fond of here

Mommas, please, don't bring your sons up here

Just because he thinks it's fun up here

He gon' have to raise his gun up here

You don't raise 'em right, they gon' lay 'em right down

Make 'em pipe down, yeah, yeah

Treat 'em like a clown in a night gown

Catch 'em slippin', get his nose wipe down

Pullin' up in those Goose so clean, still politickin' with some dope fiend

Probably tellin' me to keep my nose clean, lookin' like I'm droppin' off a whole thing

But I ain't touched the shit since the 90's

All the trappin', I done put behind me, but my inner circle still hella grimy

So I ever go broke, you know where to find me

Like a Peloton, I'm forever ridin'

I'm a legend, nigga, I ain't never dyin'

When the pressure was on, I ain't never hide

Even when the bullshit was set aside

Bet I will deal with whoever died

Retaliation of the frontline, now the elevation of my mind got a nigga tryna' make myself calm down

Still memories of the energy of liftin' guns up and kickin' doors in

Hopped off the porch, ten toes in, many called, but a few chosen

A nigga bark like a bull mastiff, but bite like a lil' Lassie

I get active, can't touch me without getting stuck like a motherfuckin' cactus

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]

I get active, I get active

I get active, I get active

I get active, I get active

I get active, I get active, I get active

Everybody 'round me stamped, show paperwork, now check my jacket

A three-time convicted felon, money long, and I get active