Intro (Explicit)

Intro (Explicit) - Kevin Gates

Lyrics by：Marcellus Kevin Gates/Nick Seeley/Reuben Proctor

Everything I do you b**ches got a problem with it

Laughs Carry on carry on

I take a s**t you got a problem with it hmmm

Carry on carry on

Laughs Aye you make it like it's about dude

You know it ain't about that

You know what the f**k you did n*gga yea

I don't hate you I'm Muslim

But I'mma show you how great I am

Carry on

For the record I am Muslim first

Where should I begin

I'm a general I'm one of them men

ABPSN

I'm hospitable respect the grid but we cannot be friends

Social media I'm not promoting criminal intent

Big spender get the business did when Killa give consent

Whoever play don't want they family members

I'mma set a trend

Bow my head and say Astaghfirullah

Forgive me for my sins

F250 drop my Hellcat off and whip up in a Benz

Mmmm downtown

9th ward Alabo and Rocheblave

Big chief send them things

Bread winner Gunna gang

New Infiniti in Gunna face how we discussing things

Timmy 9th ward Diddy gon have another son to raise

N**gas started acting like big Brasi aint the truth out chea

I done caught a body if a n*gga want some proof out chea

Southside Baton Rouge standing up on Fran Street

Standing up on 12th Street big London package hand me

With butch and all on evergreen standing up on Taft Street

Sold dope on Murder Street St Joseph Abbey Street

Crate and Stewart Middle of the drought and he ain't texting me

Carolina street supplying pressure you can ask for me

Stroke gray Monte Carlo hustle til my lungs collapse on me

Garfield street Ask big boy charge 20 for a zip of lean

BON I'mma big ol n*gga with that Mac on me

Zap a hard 15 on our end rack a piece

They shot me down broke my bone in half

It ain't no jacking me

Hospital leg repaired digi-scale dope and them bands on me

Shoutout to God no bodyguard want my hat He had plans for me

I was on my a*s doing bad and dopeboy had grab from me

Mall I blew them stacks paid him back an T Newman grabbed for me

Bone like my hustle I muscle free agent drafted me

Honda Accord with Dreka move discretely with that strap on me

Accidentally turned up Oakland/Cali/Sac on me

F**king with the plug daughter her mama put that pack on me

No five ton no metal box I'm coming with that stamp on me

Leaving Hammond with what's his name sleeping spilling ack on me

Solo I feel gangsta reason presence in the back of me

Abuelita spirit got the Godmother backing me

N*gga murdered Mazi I was gone that s**t had damaged me

Bodega bamz will tell you in New York that I got handling

Big Jigga tell you if I love you anything you ask of me

Bread winner brave heart aint tripping about no brave team

Stalking trynna chalk something ain't sticking like no Beijing

Curve boy trell you know these n*ggas out chea hate me

Want me to suffer melt my butter oven hot potato bake me

Lil killa listen you hop in the streets you know a lot gon change

When you a Gates it's in your DNA so you are not gon change

Protect your sister know what you believe you gotta die this way

Once you go to jail expect yo b**ch to play a lot of games

Even your clique respect the way you built a lot are not the same

Never rat always mind the business that's a prouder way

You a good friend remember you not friendly you don't ride the wave

Respect yourself and everything around you we not trynna play

He who try l ain't no doubt about it diving in his face

No surrender no retreat reply b**ch you gon die today

Represent your tribe with your actions and your body language

Upright independent fearless moving with all types of angels

9000 miles due east where the holy Kaaba stationed

Muslim make Salat that's all we got you take your time with praying

Upright independent fearless praises go to my creator

Upright independent fearless we having a lot of paper

Upright independent fearless even if my body stinking

Panting what else