More songs by Kevin Gates
Description
Producer: Kevin Gates
Producer: Khalid Brooks
Producer: What Up 5
Producer: DJ Flippp
Recording Engineer: Elijah “elyedidit” Erickson
Lyricist, Composer: Kevin Gates
Lyricist: 4Xtra
Lyrics and translation
Original
Kev, they let a motherfucking demon come back in this motherfucker.
-They let it come back from hell. -They done fucked up and left me alive.
-All the way. -They done fucked up, nigga.
I done woke up -with IVs all in my arm up in the bed. -Off point.
I'm looking around, nigga, like, nigga, my eyes is red.
-Looking red.
-Plus I'm tripping in this motherfucker, -I'm tripping off the meds. -Tripping hard.
Plus I'm going in, niggas, now I'm covered in red.
-Ooh.
-So I'm sitting up in this bed with the IVs -in my arm. -Damn.
I'm looking at Kevin like, "Damn, do I got some hair under my arm?
" -Aw, fool.
-Now I'm fucking up, nigga, plus I'm going -all out. -Out.
And I'm thinking in my head, is my hair grown out?
-Bro, damn.
-Say fuck it in this thing, nigga, I'm -going all the way insane. -All the way.
Plus I'm going crazy, nigga, when I listen to my pain.
-Can't take it.
-I said I'm bleeding on this bitch, nigga, -I'm dying all out. -Damn, nigga.
I got some shit up on my mind that I gotta get out.
-Gotta get it out.
-I said I'm flipping and I'm dying, plus -I'm coming back now. -What?
It's another demon came to see me at the hospital now.
-Damn, damn, I'm scared.
-I'm looking at him like, "Fuck, is imma -die right now? " -Is that the devil?
"Or is heaven gon' open the gates and let me in right now? "
Protocol specific, in the Phantom mission. Hear yourself and motivate the trenches.
-Woo.
-Told before, I play all the way, I'm -really rocking different. -Hell yeah, nigga.
Bag of fruit to ICU, get well soon, hospital visits.
-Get well.
-That shit keep your soldiers focused, plus -it keep 'em optimistic. -I know.
When you real, you keep it real, not just when it's beneficial.
-Facts.
-If you need me and I'm near, I'ma try my -best to fix it. -Yeah.
-My bitch call, I will hang the phone up- -Hell no -. . . if she go to tripping. -Fuck that.
I protect my energy, I only give it to my children.
-Word.
-Only engaging in the things that give me spiritual fulfillment.
Diamond teeth cut off the lights, Louisiana and New -Building. -Shining hard.
Try your luck, I'm with the shits. I swear to God you got to kill me.
-Let's go.
-Any room I'm standing in, a living legend in New York. Had to separate from bitch niggas thinking about past dealings.
Upright, independent feelings, only doing square business.
-Word.
-You can't keep it gangster, then fuck you, -I don't do bad business. -I don't.
Crossed me, you lost me, nigga. I don't do bad business.
Fuck you.