More songs by Kevin Gates
Description
The draft from the concrete walls smells of the scorched truth of the streets - here, it is not those who shout the loudest who survive, but those who keep their backs straight, even when they are being targeted. Words fly like bullets: sharp, metallic, with a taste of gunpowder and prayer. In this darkness, there is no room for illusions - only raw power, memories of falls, and a stubborn belief that no amount of filth can take away one's sense of self-worth.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Lord Nightwalk, Project to Desire.
To get up out the project only thing that I desire. You know 'bout Carolina?
Gates carry the bottom where niggas murder for hire. Stay fly and return fire.
Discrepancy with your partner, I'm paralyzing the driver. Bend the band with the semi that paralyze a survivor.
Hatred, somebody pray for me, niggas plottin' on takin' me.
Pussy want me squirted, I heard that he got some cake on me. Schemin' tryna make my body bleed on the corner.
I fuck with God, that's the man that make you breathe every morning. Walk on faith.
I'm thuggin' hard, I'm connected to a higher power.
Higher power, fiber optic firing objects. Higher power, assault rifle firing objects.
Higher power, no dislikes, gettin' acknowledged.
Higher power, greatest creation, sense of accomplishment. I accomplished it and you suckers suck at accomplishin'.
Anything at all, but still are gettin' balled.
I swear I get it, you won't get a benefit at all. Hate the ridicule, but you possess the fiddle full of talk.
Real niggas tend to be frank, don't partake in pillow talk.
You break gorillas off, it say a lot about your character. Secret decree, computer screen, deletion of a character.
I'ma marry her, ring finger, gotta carry za.
You don't see me minglin' with my people, don't embarrass us.
I could give a order, get you slaughtered and embarrass you. Back you off the balcony, falcon without a parachute.
Back you off the balcony, falcon'll start harassing you.
There go Luka Brasi, look who goin' stupid. V, YMCMB want me to get with Tucci.
Verse in the sixth lane dispersin' in bitch brains. Purpose, I'm outta work, I'm outta work? Outta courtesy.
Clergyman in emergency, I do this on certainty.
I mean certainly, who could come collide with him? Wanna stay alive, you better stay on the side of him.
Jordan at the line, "This Shaq, bitch, I'm Iverson. " Cross you at the line, "This Shaq, bitch,
I'm Iverson. " Keep the money flippin', it's all I know.
Been in and outta prison for a while, I know. Grew up in the ghetto, thuggin' in the game.
They did they best to break us but forever we remain.
Untainted, untainted, untainted, untainted. Untainted, untainted, untainted, untainted.
Untainted, untainted, untainted, untainted.
Untainted, untainted, untainted, untainted. Bitch, I'm a dog. Bitch, I'm a dog. Bitch, I'm a dog.
Bitch, I'm a dog. Bitch,
I'm a dog