Kevin Gates - Right Game Wrong Nigga Lyrics

Nigga, mine ain't never gon' stop grinding ya heard me?
(Real ice on the Rollie bust down)
Aye, aye
I been played, been betrayed it take a toll on you
Some stay the same, hoes change, others fold on you
I'm a giver, heart bigger and it beat a lil' different
I forgive and don't forget it, right game wrong nigga
Say right game wrong nigga
Say right game wrong nigga

In the cell talking to myself I used to look out the window (I did)
Growing hair all over my head a lot of things I envisioned
I ain't see Mazi leaving me before I got out of prison (I got out of prison, yeah)
I ain't see me doing time after I finished a sentence
Loud thunder help me sleep
I hear the rain when it trickle
Dying on the inside unforgettable feeling
Crying on the inside think about how you living
Whole pack touch down don't complain I deliver
18 wheeler deliver the load
Tryna keep the wheel on the road
Dealt with the H I left it alone
Fast lane I'm holding my own
Fast pace you know that I'm (What up)
Cash gang you know what I'm strong
My last gang was doing me wrong
Bad days is how we move own
Facts change and then we go home
Bread gang you know I'm a don
In last place you honking your horn
Hamstring done got a lil' sore
Crangrape you know I'ma pour
Bag chasing got us a foreign
Catching cases got a lil' boring
Flashing chains and diamonds performing
Flashing chains and diamonds performing

Real ice (Ayy) bling bow
Real ice it bling bow
Real ice on the Rollie bust down
Bread Winner team
Nigga look who up now

You know, a lot of times a nigga get in your ear and hype you up
To do some shit that they don't have the heart to do, you know what I'm saying?
But you know I'm not a send off man, ya heard me?

I open the door for 'em
I bought me a 4-door (Yeah)
I took her out the country
I like when she call me country
Blocks I'm baby sitting (Boom)
Super polite in public
Took a lil' trip, order some drip
I cook a lil' white in front her (For real)
I'm pulling her hair, ass in the air
I'm putting it right in her stomach
I'm thuggin' I'm not 'bout to fumble (Hahaha)
Money room thumbing through hundreds
Touchin' a lot of blue hundreds (Brr)
I'm muggin' I'm walking through hunnids
Ain't nothing that I'm running from, I was taught how to run it up
All this pressure getting applied
These niggas shit be twinkling but they shit not like mine (Not like mine)
Got beaucoup niggas dissing me but I am not surprised (I am not surprised)
Astaghfi-rou-llah, I make salat and meditation vibes (Meditation vibes)
I take the H mix it up, put that in a vice (Put that in a vice)
5 ton jack re-compress from both sides (Both sides)
No matter how it turn out just know that I'll be just fine (Just fine)
I'm prolly 'bout to say some shit I know you won't like (Won't like)
Yo bitch was over here with me just the other night (The other night)
And she say you two been through some things, in me she can confide (She can confide)
And powered up the blunt and told her lets go take a ride
Speeding up the mountains with my hands all on her thigh