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Kevin Gates - Great Man Lyrics  

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Danushka Sanjeewa
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Posts: 70
20/12/2018 2:28 am  

Ayy
Dealin' with heartbreak, heartbreak
(It's a lot of niggas that I may affiliate with)
(But they could never be great ones)
I’ve been dealin' with heartbreak
Nigga, my heart ache
(Know I'm sayin’?)
Swear to God
(You know)
Look in the mirror, what do you see?
I see someone dealin' with heartbreak
When I love a nigga, my heartache
I know how a Cuban cigar taste
But that do not help with the heart pain
My lil' brother died in a car chase
And spend all my older brother from beside the whip
He got the car spray
Guess he got through on the crossway
Thankful that we ever crossed ways
Wonder do heaven got hallways?
Prayin' how much, I say always
Salute OG Boobie, that's all day
Bringin' it back from the call way
Ain't fuckin' with niggas, they all fake
'Cause I pour my Hen’ and they all hate
You can't get mad at a nigga who gettin' it
If he not carryin' y'all way
I had to make a decision
Bread Winner mission to get it while y’all wait
I get that coffee delivered
Metric tonne off the boat in a tall crate
Maybe I'm havin' a off day
Maybe I had a heart and my heart changed
Look in the mirror (ayy)
I see a great man (when I)
Look in the mirror (oh, ayy, oh)
I see a great man
Just look in the mirror (look in the mirror, Lord)
I see a great man
I see a great man
I see a great man
I used to look like a caveman, stressin' 'til I done got grey hair
Me and Odell Beckham havin' conversations, relatin' to life well
I told 'em I used to have nightmares
Somebody killin' me, tryna get rid of me
Bitch, I'm really retarded
You gotta finish me right there
Mazzi was smiling when somebody shot him, diamonds on heaven in the night air
Lemme me breathe for a minute
I mean, did a nigga not think this day would come?
I mean from Allah we come, to Allah we must return
I pour a four in a two liter
And remember some joy and we all well
I put a hoe in a two-seater
I press on the floor and the car bail
Runnin' the raw like a Barksdale
Dump through the miles with the cartel
Say you a dog with a small tail
Low to the ground with a large heater
The hoe that you lovin', she garbage
I'ma go vrmm in a Corvette
Take your shoes off in the apartment
We could go sit on the carpet
Look, I made you some tea, she got all wet
But I am not fallin' for all that
I hit from the back and she all head
You got 'em leavin' on call back
I hit from the back and she all head
And you gotta leave 'em on call back
Only the player shit I entertain
I done matured, I was bein' lame
I had some cuts turned into stains
You know I'm still prayin', fully flate
I'm still affiliated with the gang
Bread Winner Gang (Bread Winner Gang)
Cop lights, no lookin' around at the stop light
These niggas be actin' they not right
And the security top flight
It might went over your head a lil' bit but it come off of Friday with Mike Epps
Smokin' a clip with a nice hep
We tryna celebrate another season
I'm tryna levitate it out of reachin'
I'm tryna meditate you with my breathin'
I'm tryin' better ways of livin' decent
I'm on some medication, got me thinkin'
I roll a cigarillo with sativa
I'm on a different level on the kids
Hey, I'm on a different level on the kids
Ayy, I'm on a different level on the kids

 

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