Letra de Tryna Yea - Kevin Gates

I knew somethin' was up when they took me to Livingston jail

My bond was three-hundred thousand

Dreka was up there in thirty minutes with forty bands, you heard me?

'Cause I go back to them niggas in the Feds

We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed

I get sick, go to gettin' rid of meds

Outta work, call him, hoppin' outta bed

Don't know how many times I done been to Seg

Don't know how many times I prayed and bumped my head

I got that ice in my mouth, I spent some bread

And it ain't cheatin' if I wanna get some head

I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah

I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah

I break a brick down then I catch a sale

I come in town then I get the mail

Runnin' that fast pace always put me in last place

I got a nigga from Champaign who wanna fuck with the campaign

I just got rid of the last thang, put the Corvette in the fast lane

I just took a trip out to San Diego, hold up, I'm goin' too fast, wey

Say I drive like Puerto Rico, I belong in a drag race

Say I'm fuckin' on a deep throat, I don't remember her last name

Say I stayed down, and I preyed on 'em and that when the cash came

Givin' a check to the gas man, pourin' a pint in the gas tank

Runnin', I might pull a hamstrang

I know they probably won't blame Gates, already underwent hard strain

Cover your hand at the card game

'Cause I go back to them niggas in the Feds

We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed

I get sick, go to gettin' rid of meds

Outta work, call him, hoppin' outta bed

Don't know how many times I done been to Seg

Don't know how many times I prayed and bumped my head

I got that ice in my mouth, I spent some bread

And it ain't cheatin' if I wanna get some head

I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah

I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah

I told 'em

You know I painted a bad picture, I gotta do a lil' ass kissin'

I have been labeled a crash mission, I take her then maybe she act different

Poor now, deal wit' her ass different, pretendin' she don't miss the last nigga

Pullin' her hair from the back, hittin' it, temperature feelin' like Carol City

Energy wrong, you on your own, I'm 'bout to go in like four minutes

I get so sick of my phone clickin', gotta deliver a whole chicken

Marvel's a movie I'm on glisten, visible set and they all hit

Crack a smile around this bitch and I just deliver the cold shiver

I'm reminiscent of those feelings

I am not runnin' from no nigga

I am not fuckin' with gold diggers

I got you covered, I'm on business

Summer, it's snowin' the whole visit

Strawberry haze, don't whisper

Meanin' it's loud, I'm outta town, not on the ground, I'm in the cloud, roamin' around

'Cause I go back to them niggas in the Feds

We got kids, tryna make sure that they fed

I get sick, go to gettin' rid of meds

Outta work, call him, hoppin' outta bed

Don't know how many times I done been to Seg

Don't know how many times I prayed and bumped my head

I got that ice in my mouth, I spent some bread

And it ain't cheatin' if I wanna get some head

I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah

I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah

I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah

I'm just a bread winner out'chea tryna yeah

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