No Option (feat. Kevin Gates)

[Kevin Gates]

Know what I've been going through lately?

Sometimes I, I get depressed, I might overeat or I might not eat

Sometimes I get to buying shit that I don't even need

Clothes that I'm never gon' wear

I get to entertaining old relationships and shit

Real ones know the shoes that I walk in

Had to make it out, I had no option

Hit the cell or the block or the coffin

Had to make it out, I had no option

Lock me up, throw away the key

They don't care about a nigga like me so I

Stack it up, I got this shit poppin'

Had to make it out, I had no option

I had just finished a prison stench

Without the presumption of innocence

The system don't look at me different

When I'm only trying to do something legitimate

My children been mad at they mothers

Like: When is our daddy coming home?

We video visit on FaceTime but they like a thousand miles away

Christian Louboutin, I got my spikes on now

Fall off in the morning, look like Girls Gone Wild

I'm in Chiraq and you know how I'm livin'

I'm warning 'em in, it's a dangerous city

I'm still tryna see where the fuck I fit in

When all that I did was get caught with a pistol

Chief of parole was a black man

Or, in better words, another nigga

You know you lied on me on the stand

I'm still tryna see what I did

Went to trial in federal court, knowing I was gon' lose

Even when the verdict got rendered, I'll still be a bread winner

Real ones know the shoes that I walk in

Had to make it out, I had no option

Hit the cell or the block or the coffin

Had to make it out, I had no option

Lock me up, throw away the key

They don't care about a nigga like me so I

Stack it up, I got this shit poppin'

Had to make it out, I had no option

I thought when I got out of jail in Florida

I wouldn't sit in a cell again

Broke the lil' promise I made to my daughter

That I wouldn't put her through hell again

The man in the mirror look at me and whispered

You gotta get better control of your businesses

Quit being stubborn whenever you suffer

The people that suffer the most are your children

Flew her in from Houston, got my ice on now

Lick on her lil' body till the lights go out

A victim of circumstance, in my section I'm labeled a shooter

People that don't even know me

So how in the fuck they controlling my future?

All of the people who matter be smilin'

I know that they proud of me

Holdin' it down up the road in the pen

Everybody that doubted me

Flew baby in from Houston, got my ice on now

Lick on her lil' body till the lights go out

Real ones know the shoes that I walk in

Had to make it out, I had no option

Hit the cell or the block or the coffin

Had to make it out, I had no option

Lock me up, throw away the key

They don't care about a nigga like me so I

Stack it up, I got this shit poppin'

Had to make it out, I had no option (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Till the lights go down

You know sometimes I—

I— I— I get— I get depressed, you know, and I can't move, and I—

I might get on Instagram and slide in the DM of a bitch that I used to fuck with

And I fly baby in from Houston, got my ice on now

Lick on her lil' body till the lights go down

Till the lights go down, oh

Hahahaha

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