Kevin Gates - Grandmotha Grave Lyrics
Kevin Gates "Grandmotha Grave" Lyrics.
They wanna the mic
I be havin’ on good days
Then I be havin’ days
When it hit me like a ton of bricks
Stay forcused
Out the mud, makin’ runs in a lil’ hotel
My dawg, one of my favorite ones
He don’t wish me well
Then someone else flip the coin
Here’s the tail
Wouldn’t turn ’em onto my yay
But he gon’ kiss and tell
But that’s a bih
Made men, can’t have this excitement
Fallin’, we could play around
Well I can’t stay ’til []
Three strikes then you swing now
I don’t even say goodbye love
This light low, I just lay low
I ain’t been dealin’ with ain’t ..
Move it differently, really be powerin’ it up
If the [] continually, givin’ me energy
She finna power me up
I triple, triple the free heart
And an open mind, change overnight
Relationships on the wrong side
Leave old friends on the road side
Giddy up, say woah, nah
Bread winners, can’t slow down
Swear I feel it in my soul, right now
Spinnin’ out of control right now
Prayers for innocent women and men
The way they corrupted the case
I’m makin’ [] for bidness, I did it again
Distribute it back in the safe
They wanna hit big brotha
Hit one on the run and the [] to this case
Loaded, I’m plug with a couple of federal judges
And they won’t deny me I’m Gates
I had to plot to the rough age
I cried to myself and then I elevated in rank
I know my grandma don’t love me
I come out the gutta, I put a lil’ smile on her face
I had got tied to her sufferin’, finally recoverin’
Kinda wish she woulda []
I can’t retire from hustlin’, lot of new customers
I’ma hit [] waist
Seem like the world used to love me
Now all of a sudden they got a problem with Gates
I run the field like you bluffin’
That s**t don’t mean nothin’
I know that a lot of ’em fake
I can put that in an oven, the touch of a button
And all of the problem can bake
I must be guided by somethin’, I’m kinda reluctant
And I don’t got nothin’ to say
How ’bout we get off the subject I’m already covered
And I got a cut on the plate
How ’bout I do my lil’ doggy
The juggers they love me
They way I be pumpin’ the bass
She know how I do my lil’ oven
She want the Christian, the way I be [] waist
You used to call her when I used to cut her
She comfortable, she only come for the cake
She go to workin’ when under the cover
I’m tossin’ the [] inside of her place
I used to like when your body on top of me
Though we’ll never be nothin’ to gain
There’s not a day that go by when you look deep inside
That you know that you made a mistake
I know we’ll never nothin’ to gain
That’s on my grandmotha grave
That’s on my grandmotha grave
That’s on my grandmotha grave
That’s on my grandmotha grave
That’s on my grandmotha grave
That’s on my grandmotha grave
Grandmotha grave…