Khaza Intro Lyrics by Kevin Gates

[Intro: Kevin Gates]
Everything I do
You bitches got a problem with it
Hmm, carry on (Carry on)
I take a shit, you got a problem with it
Hmm, carry on (Carry on)
Huh, ayy, you make it like it's about Dude
You know it ain't about that
You know what the fuck you did, nigga (Damn)
I don't hate you, you must know
Man, I'ma show you how great I am
Carry on

[Verse: Kevin Gates]
For the record, I am Muslim first
Where should I begin?
I'm a general, I'm one of the men, ABPSN
I'm hospitable, respect agreed
But we can not be friends
Social media, I'm not promotin' criminal intent
Big spinner, get to business deal
When killers get consent
Whoever played, I want they family membеrs
I'ma set a trend
Bow my head and say "Astaghfirullah
Lord, forgivе me for my sins"
F250 drop my Hellcat off
And whip up in a Benz (Hmm)
Downtown, ninth ward, Alabo and Rocheblave
Big chiefs send them things
Bread winner, gunner gang
New infinity in gunner phase
How we discussin' things?
Timid, nine ward did it
Gon' have another son to raise
Niggas started actin' like big Brasi
Ain't the truth ouch'ere
I done caught a body
If a nigga want some proof ouch'ere
Southside, Baton Rouge
Standin' up on Fran Street
Standin' up on 12th Street
Big London package, hand me
With Butcher out on Evergreen
Standin' up on Taft Street
Sold dope on Murder street
St. Joseph Abbey Street
Crate and Stewart, middle of the drought
And he ain't textin' me
Carolina Street's applyin' pressure
You can ask for me
Trophy, grey Monte Carlow
Hustle 'til my lungs collapse on me
Garfield Street, ask Big Boi
Charge twenty for a zip of lean
B.O.N., I'm a big old nigga with that MAC on me
Zap-a-hard, fifteen on I'm weighin' a rack a piece
They shot me down, broke my bone in half
It ain't no jackin' me
Hospital every pack, digi scale
Dope and them bands on me
Shoutout to God, no bodyguard, wore my hat
He had plans for me
I was on my ass doin' bad
And dopeboy had grabbed for me
Mile I blew them stacks, payed him back
And T-Newman grabbed for me
Born like my hustle
I must a free agent drafted me
Honda Accord with Dreka, move discretely
Look with that strap on me
Accidentally turned up
Oakland, Cali', Sac' on me
Fuckin' with the plug daughter
Her mama put that pack on me
No five ton, no metal box
I'm comin' with the stamp on me
Leavin' Hammond with what's his name?
Fleep is spillin' ack on me
Solo, I feel gangster
Reason presence in the back of me
Abuelita's spirit
Got the Godmother backin' me
Nigga murdered Mazi and I was gone
That shit had damaged me
Bodega bans'll tell you in New York
That I got handling
Big Jigga tell you
If I love you, anything you ask of me
Breadwinner, brave heart
Ain't trippin' ' bout no brave team
Stalkin', tryna choke something
Ain't stickin' like no Beijing
Curbboy Trell
Ou know these niggas out here hate me
Want me to suffer
Melt my butter, oven-hot potato, bake me
Lil' killer, 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 your bitch to play a lot of games
Even your click 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 trying to play
He who try, ain't no doubt about it
Divin' in his face
No surrender, no retreat, reply
Bitch, you gon' die today
Represent your trial but your actions
And your body language
Upright independent feelings movin'
With all types of angels
Nine-thousand miles, do ease
Where the holy copper stations
Muslim makes salat, this all we got
You take your time with prayin'
Upright, independent, fearless
Praises go to my creator
Upright, independent, fearless
We havin' a lot of paper
Upright, independent, fearless
Even if my body stinkin'

[Outro: Kevin Gates]
Hmm, what else?