Letra de Right Where I’m Supposed To Be - Kevin Gates

(I'm shoppin' with Mills, baby)

Married my hustle, came up out the slums, we eloped with it

Mama, look, your favorite son a big dope dealer

Told me pick something I'm good at, a trophy

The metric-ton load, safe to say that I'm dope with it (No assumptions)

I ain't thinkin', I know it, cartel where I'm goin'

The fedora brim had a bend, had the shirt button bust open

Tatted up bad, complemented my swag

I'm a brick layer, chick give a glance, I'ma fuck on her

Find out my partner wan' tap, I can't love on her

Simple, you get in your feelings and cuff on her

On this holy divine day, I hereby manifest

The big-body, all-black Range Rover Autobiography SV

With the brains blowed out, with the yellow calipers

The same energy in the universe is the same energy in me, and with that energy, I command it to be

I'm right here where I'm supposed to be

Skilled in some areas, shooter like Stephen

If I'm in your area, brandish your weapon

I'll send you to heaven without second guessin' it

Walkin' off calmly, tuck my accessories

New holdin' company, we assessin' it

I'm not compromisin', I got out my body

Still apologizin' to my neck and wrist

Newborn baby cryin', had a naked wrist

Ice on my fingers and both of my wrists

My emerald-cut pendants, don't know what neglection is

Babysit bricks, tryna take all my children

The CPS come, but they know what protection is

Secret compartment, don't know where my weapon is, woo

Shout out my Mexican, woo

I'm in the transport package land, turn where I stand to a dance floor

She think it's cute, love the way I be movin'

Feelin' real groovy, don't know how to dance, though

We out in public, when we finished eatin'

We interlock fingers, she can't let my hands go

This not a grill, I can floss in between 'em

My diamonds be twinklin' whenever I'm speakin' (Bling blaow, bling blaow)

I'm a big eagle, they peep my demeanor

Without even thinkin', she lovin' my swag, though (I'm right here where I'm supposed to be)

Facts, shout out her old nigga

He did not want her to grow bigger

Mama, mama

Your favorite son don't do no trippin'

Bae, this my mama, mama, this bae

Your favorite son a big dope dealer

Say you want grandbabies, I'm 'bout to make you some

Take her home, bathe her, and dope dick her

Bae, you that thang and I'm that thang

We 'bout to make us some dope children

One other thing, they not gon' ever be dope dealers

I'm right here where I'm supposed to be

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