Intro Lyrics – Kevin Gates: Presenting the lyrics of the song “Intro” from the Album Murder For Hire sung by Kevin Gates.
Intro Lyrics – Kevin Gates
Everything I do, you b*****s got a problem with it
Carry on (carry on)
I take a s*** you got a problem with it, hmmm
Carry on (carry on)
Aye, you make it like it’s about dude
You know it ain’t about that
You know what the f*** you did n*gga, yea
I don’t hate you, you 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, 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****s started acting like big Brasi ain’t 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 till my lungs collapse on me
Garfield street, Ask big boy, charge 20 for a zip of lean
B.O.N., 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**, 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 meAccidentally turned up, Oakland/Cali/Sac on me
F***ing with the plug daughter,
Her mama put that pack on me
No five ton, no metal box,
I’m coming with the 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***a 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,
Ain’t tripping about no brave team
Stalking, trynna chalk something,
Ain’t sticking like no Beijing
Curve boy trell you know these n***as 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***h 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?
Ain’t no doubt about it, diving in his face
No surrender, no retreat,
Reply b***h, you gon die today
Represent your tribe with your actions and your body language
Upright independent fearless moving with all types of angels
9,000 miles due east where the holy Kaaba stationed
Muslim make Salat, that’s all we got,
You take your time with prayingUpright independent fearless, praises go to my creator
Upright independent fearless, we having a lot of paper
Upright independent fearless, even if my body stinking
What else?
Kevin Gates – Intro Song DetailsNNJ
Song: Intro
Singer: Kevin Gates
Album: Murder For Hire