"Intro (I Ain't)" lyrics
The streets been waiting on it, man
Kevin Gates
I don't know about over there
Ya boy Earl
This is me right here, ya heard
I told you the movement would not be televised
It's coming right now on LiveMixtapes.com
Let's go
Let the whole machine float past
Clicking up to blow cash
Relationship that ain't been mended
Penny pinching, low class
Non-existence trying to throw me off my pivot, yo' bad
Chip on the indentures, poking holes in your broke ass
The goal was to go mad, progress never go back
We supposed to be on [?], but homie focus was a moped
Let's go back
Sports watches, Mitchell and Ness throwbacks
Postin' where I post, fiends approaching, where the dope at?
Seducing victims of an illusion when taking drugs
Strayed away from complacent, amazingly makin' up
Pa-pagin', preparation for paper
I'm playing up
Porta-potties and affordable housing, make you hate to wake up
Revving F in my day up, hardships I remember
Depicted as a menace
Falling, arguing with assemblers
God bless me with a hardship, anticipating giving
Nothing wrong with churches, when they sellin' chicken out the window
Surrounded by pretenders, but friction will never find me
Major, I got more than one major willing to sign me
Peep the scene out the driver seat, see cameras flashing in traffic
School of hard knocks, had the baddest bitch on the campus
I'm wazzam
And there you have it, man
That's how we coming through the whole mixtape
DJ Ya Boy Earl is in the building
Back with my nigga Kevin Gates
The movement will not be televised
It's coming through your speakers real, real loud
They been waiting on this one, man
We about to make 'em believe, hey
You gotta believe, man
Let's go
Let's get down and see who's too profound but won't acknowledge it
Embrace the situations, take a glimpse at what a logic is
Focus on the goal, the token throne is where I gotta sit
Me and Phoebe having conversations 'bout a lot of shit
Bidness building and private ownership of a metropolis
Friends got agendas, but they opposite mine
Damn form transform unlike Optimus Prime, side of my mind
I'm reminded of my aqua design, possessed an epic work ethic
Only option is grind, let whoever say whatever
I say God decide
Skill sharp and eat a target, in the market for iron
Fell in love with Infiniti, dealing bricks at a dealership
Be that as it may, but it may result in a fishing trip
O. J. Simpson gloves, band-aids over fingertips
Forgin' signatures, is how bitch niggas play bitch games
Fickle, wrong, alone, and betrayed, thought it was this way
So what you thought, man?
You thought we was just gonna give up?
You thought we was gonna stop moving?
You gotta understand
Sometimes it's not gonna be cool to be you
You gotta pave your own way
You gotta make your own path
That's how we coming, man
Record deal or no record deal
We working, man
We gotta make you believe
History is being created
Shout out to Dirty Glove Bastards
Shout out to LiveMixtapes.com for lettin' this happen
What up, V? What up, V? What up, Gus?
Dead Game Records
BWA, YMCMB
Man, this shit was retawdid
God damn Gus this shit was retawdid
Shit, leggo
Kevin Gates
I don't know about over there
Ya boy Earl
This is me right here, ya heard
I told you the movement would not be televised
It's coming right now on LiveMixtapes.com
Let's go
Let the whole machine float past
Clicking up to blow cash
Relationship that ain't been mended
Penny pinching, low class
Non-existence trying to throw me off my pivot, yo' bad
Chip on the indentures, poking holes in your broke ass
The goal was to go mad, progress never go back
We supposed to be on [?], but homie focus was a moped
Let's go back
Sports watches, Mitchell and Ness throwbacks
Postin' where I post, fiends approaching, where the dope at?
Seducing victims of an illusion when taking drugs
Strayed away from complacent, amazingly makin' up
Pa-pagin', preparation for paper
I'm playing up
Porta-potties and affordable housing, make you hate to wake up
Revving F in my day up, hardships I remember
Depicted as a menace
Falling, arguing with assemblers
God bless me with a hardship, anticipating giving
Nothing wrong with churches, when they sellin' chicken out the window
Surrounded by pretenders, but friction will never find me
Major, I got more than one major willing to sign me
Peep the scene out the driver seat, see cameras flashing in traffic
School of hard knocks, had the baddest bitch on the campus
I'm wazzam
And there you have it, man
That's how we coming through the whole mixtape
DJ Ya Boy Earl is in the building
Back with my nigga Kevin Gates
The movement will not be televised
It's coming through your speakers real, real loud
They been waiting on this one, man
We about to make 'em believe, hey
You gotta believe, man
Let's go
Let's get down and see who's too profound but won't acknowledge it
Embrace the situations, take a glimpse at what a logic is
Focus on the goal, the token throne is where I gotta sit
Me and Phoebe having conversations 'bout a lot of shit
Bidness building and private ownership of a metropolis
Friends got agendas, but they opposite mine
Damn form transform unlike Optimus Prime, side of my mind
I'm reminded of my aqua design, possessed an epic work ethic
Only option is grind, let whoever say whatever
I say God decide
Skill sharp and eat a target, in the market for iron
Fell in love with Infiniti, dealing bricks at a dealership
Be that as it may, but it may result in a fishing trip
O. J. Simpson gloves, band-aids over fingertips
Forgin' signatures, is how bitch niggas play bitch games
Fickle, wrong, alone, and betrayed, thought it was this way
So what you thought, man?
You thought we was just gonna give up?
You thought we was gonna stop moving?
You gotta understand
Sometimes it's not gonna be cool to be you
You gotta pave your own way
You gotta make your own path
That's how we coming, man
Record deal or no record deal
We working, man
We gotta make you believe
History is being created
Shout out to Dirty Glove Bastards
Shout out to LiveMixtapes.com for lettin' this happen
What up, V? What up, V? What up, Gus?
Dead Game Records
BWA, YMCMB
Man, this shit was retawdid
God damn Gus this shit was retawdid
Shit, leggo
