No Option - Instrumental

Kevin Gates：

Know what I've been going through lately

Sometimes I I get depressed

I might over eat or I might not eat

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

Clothes that I'm never gon' wear

I get to entertaining that all relationships are shit

Kevin Gates：

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

Ain't no care 'bout a nigga like me so I

Stack it up got this shit poppin'

Had to make it out I had no option

Kevin Gates：

I had just finished the prison stage

Without the presumption of innocence

The system don't look at me different

When I'm on a trial I 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 **** I fit in

When all I did was get caught with a pistol

Chief of parole was a black man

Only 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

Kevin Gates：

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

Ain't no care 'bout a nigga like me so I

Stack it up got this shit poppin'

Had to make it out I had no option

Kevin Gates：

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 Wilson

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 I got my ice on now

Lick on her lip I had until the lights go out

A bit of a circumstance in my section

I'm labeled a shooter

People that don't even know me

So how in the **** they controlling my future

All of the people who mad at me smilin'

I know that they proud of me

Holding it down up the road on a beat

Everybody that doubted me

Flew baby in from Houston got my ice on now

Lick on her lip I had until the lights go out

Kevin Gates：

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

Ain't no care 'bout a nigga like me so I

Stack it up got this shit poppin'

Had to make it out I had no option

Kevin Gates：

'Til the lights go out

You know sometimes I I-I

I get I get depressed

You know and I can't move

And I might get on Instagram

And slide in the DM of a b***h

That I used to **** with

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

Lick on her lip I had 'til the lights go out

'Til the lights go out

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