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I’m surprised this isn’t on the album.

Just a head’s up if you go see Kevin gates in concert be prepared to wait past the 8:00 show time for him to start at almost 11 o’clock and him to to do his songs in 30 second increments. Literally will cut the song off at 30 seconds. He WILL cut his performance at 11:30. So you pay for a 1 hour performance for 30 second songs.

OG version of "Hands On Ya Knees" with Gates doing the verses instead of Renni Rucci.

I heard this beat in a store while grabbing food, and I know it obviously wasnt this song. Does anybody know where it originally comes from?

Bitch I go 'round my way
My name Kevin Gates, hear me, you might know me, you might not
I'm tryna be a nigga favorite rapper, nigga gettin' the way of that
I'm sending my lil' goons atcha (Get 'em)
Bitch I grind (What you mean grind?)
Ain't no in the meantime (I ain't getting no sleep)
I don't get no me time
Hustle hard, these patrolling cars had to squeeze iron
Put that on my president (Man I put that on my street sign)
The paper sweeps, I know veterans who play for keeps
White navy, D the beam scream like the state police
My minimal conversation has been emancipated
Family, friends, siblings, a victim, Brenda's of constipation
I'm real life, peanut butter don't kill mice
A child died from eating rat poison, it still don't feel right
The new apartment got furnished with stolen televisions
Compensate who stole it with dope, hope he don't tell the business
Myself for instance, been loaded, blowing the cell up
They sell one of my niggas for nothing, and raise his bail up
Meet the bondsman, wanna get him bonded, get him bailed up
Hard to make it, how you make it? Everybody leech on you
Agree to disagree, then indiscreetly put the heat on you
Deacon blue, painkiller, elixir kind of pinkish too
My lil' son a dog playing ball ain't get to see him shoot
Time slowing me down now, I'm taking time to think it through

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Here is the full line-by-line map,

Lines 1 through 7 set the frame. Line 3 splits getting away with it between artistic risk and dodging consequences. In lines 5 through 7 the ad-libs create a call and response, and meantime against me time is a near homophone that turns one word into a phrase about lost leisure.

Lines 8 and 9 have more than one possible subject. Patrol cars forced to draw iron could mean police vehicles or his own crew's, and the gun reading holds either way. President in line 9 could be a precedent homophone or a rank inside a crew, and the street sign in the ad-lib reads as a neighborhood landmark or a memorial. I can't choose between those with confidence.

Lines 10 through 13 move from money to people. Veterans playing for keeps points to seasoned players with no do-overs, and the family list turns into casualties by its fourth item.

Lines 14, 15, 17, and 23 share a thread I missed before, which is harm hidden inside something consumable. Bait that looks harmless, a pest poison that killed a child, product used as payment, and a colored medicinal drink all wear the same disguise. Blue mixed with pink also drifts toward purple, which fits the syrup look of that last image.

Lines 16 through 20 are the street logistics run. Cell in line 18 now has three readings, a phone, a jail cell, or a crew unit, and loaded can mean armed, high, or flush. In lines 19 and 20 sell likely means betray, raise could mean the court raising the amount or him raising the money, and bonded plays on a bail bond and a loyalty bond between friends. Three consecutive bars also end on up.

Lines 21 and 22 mark the turn toward pressure. Make it plays as both succeed and earn, the leech image extends the betrayal theme, and disagree and indiscreetly both carry a negating prefix. Heat picks up a third sense here, police attention, beyond pressure and a gun.

Lines 24 and 25 close the arc. The diminutive appears for goons in line 4 and for his son in line 24, which sets two kinds of dependents against each other and shows what the grind cost. Shoot still splits between ball and gun, and line 25 answers the clock motif from line 6, so the verse travels from swagger to reckoning.

The hook.. idk if I hate or tolerate it.
Lil Tjay’s vocals are clean af, I fw it.
Mellys verse was garbage. Simple.

Now for Gates, his verse is decent. Nothing too crazy. This was his typical vernacular + sound around his return during the OTG2 run.

Guys what does “Kevin gates rebirth” mean please help I just want to understand and I’m not chronically online. Thanks.

Anyone remember an old song released before satellites that basically had all the lyrics but a slightly different flow. He used that song to make satellites I think.

In this video Kevin Gates states that he is working hard to track down songs us fans have been asking for - he then said that Racehorse will be on the Lost Files album he is putting together.

Is this the moment us fans have been waiting for?

Kevin Gates Lyrics

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Ain’t no catching Gates, I’m working with a set of legs, I stand still.

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Don’t change now. I’ma stay focused, just know this, but try not to notice. Big load, bring a pack to the show, we back now, bringin’ it back. Countin’ good, my thinkin’ intact, I’m hood, I perfected a craft. This means I can see through the glass, SS with a digital dash With a turbo, goin’ launch mode, doin’ circles, still hittin’ the gas.

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Problems giving me problems, Camaro in full throttle. Rihanna giving me noggin with attributes of a scholar, or should I say knowledge. Counseled by a professional.

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Coop shingle loosing, cause the roofing is missing. Ain't into screwin' with pigeons, seem a screw always missing. Seems in the street, the truth always missing.

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Michael Jackson (Reincarnated), look who moonwalkin’ Know it’s got a name, but what the fuck would you call it?

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Dead game, still liftin' the team up. Anything between us gotta get machined up.

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Got a phobia of never getting out, stick a missile in ya mouth. Bargain like a carpenter when entering your house.

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He sell the triggers with seashells to hit ya. Drop CL right from the detail division.

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Counting good, my thinking intact. I'm hood, I perfected the craft. This means I can see through the glass, SS with a digital dash.

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Chalk-9, engine got reassembled. Raw nine, throwin' that in a blender. And do I gotta mention I'm in the kitchen.

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Overlooked, looking over the shoulders of dice shooters. Inner city survivor supplying the pipe user.

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Youth don't go to school, they duckin' they dogged truant. They jumpin' in cars moving, they smart but they all foolish. Blinded by the light so I got 'em with Raw music.

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I'm from a state you stupid you die from it. Buy a brick, send it in Louis Vuitton luggage. Buy 10, send it in Louis Vuitton duffel.

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Down set hut out the huddle suffer concussions. Wide-receiver pass protection, touchdown or nothin', Go.

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My many thoughts exercises the brain, it's a lingo. You wanna brick? The way to say it is fly as flamingo. Stand and fight, not a looser acknowledge the ruler. Frank Sinatra bring the choppa, my partnas will shoot ya.

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I've got mustard in the kitchen, in the Pyrex, I do magic. Activist and Soda, Similac and Pampers. Don't pull up when I say pull up, this play just might get canceled.

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He likes to talk, don't talk around him. But we could pig Latin, switch up, and just talk around 'em.

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I'm in the clean's cleaner, same spots on my shirt. Same block on the curb.

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Hoover suction vacuum cleaner like, "where the carpet at?". Water bear retawdid, all we do is feed 'em law with hat. Then we baptize 'em let 'em gargle where the toilet at.

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Mind state in a blind state whips coming through

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Shout out to the working cell block

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Point guard, took a charge. Run in' it hard. Duckin' in yards, pray to god for customer smarts.

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Snap back, put a hole in your center. Really that, I'm controllin' the temperature. You ain't heard, I'm supplying the weather. Out the country like miles, I'm everywhere.

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Deplicted as a menace fought and argued with a semblance

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A street sweeper with a preacher’s commitment, a bell-ringer.

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You ain't wild, okay, you don't bounce. You get blown blown, tryna' frown like you won't get found somewhere downtown by a killer in the inner city where you ride around.

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What we don't have in common, I done been to hell and back. The game a dead end, don't forget to tell 'em that.

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Wisdom gone come when you see what is written

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She catchin' feelings, say we inseparable. Oh this perpetual? This not no replica.

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He a shooter, hit the top of your medulla from a scooter with a Ruger, I don't think he even need a scope..

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I told my team about manifestation people are basic they thought I was crazy. Hard with the witchcraft, study every night. Philosopher's stone, I perform another rite. Rite meaning ritual I created dry ice.

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Auto manslaughter, but you never thought it out. Curse, kill 'em all, let the lord sort 'em out. F&N point short, let the spark haul 'em out.

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Reversible stock carbon, a new convertible drop. I was gamblin' with shorty, I put some work on the block. I tested her, she held a lil' quarter bird at her spot.

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Gotta be speakin' code when you talking on the phone. Stick to the code and they'll listen to the song.

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Conservative aura, I glow in the dark. I speak in no English, I'm talkin' numerics.

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Muscle be the muffle when I stuff it in ya cheek. Probably touch ya from ya stomach to ya sneaks.

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Imma see 'bout mine. Imma blow, blow dealer and my re-rock fine.

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Honey, I shrunk the kids, you ain't seen this? Whole top floor disappear without a meanin'. Great machine, laser beam, all it do is shriek.

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He wear that mask like Jase and Casey Jones. Buy and sell on the bale, send the purple. Flyin' shells from the 12, ninja turtles. With Micheal, ginger ale, and a different circle.

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Made em' miss, then I made assist, now we drawin' backwards. The percentage cost a bigger penny, very small fabric. Im just givin' you the 4-11, with a tall mattress.

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Couple track jackets, and the hats match it. Glock 40 this is black magic. Equipped with black talons, heavy metal this is Black Sabbath. Just the devil, convicted felon, if you cats askin'.

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Move a lot of weight, my section ain't safe. Definitely protected by any physical preference. Growl got a loud sound, make 'em bow down. Blinded by the silver lining in the brown clouds.

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Being the subject of a repercussion when they blast rounds. You ain't busting, it ain't no discussion, you could stand down. First I tell my homeboy, point me out the bigshot.

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Recession in my section they spit it and steal it back. West end in my press-in. Wesson, I bend it back.

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Back like I never went, back to my residence. Exit out the drought, south side I'm the president.

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I'm working hard on learning, to control my temper. It's whatever with whoever when I feel offended. Another method other than the desert, rip your spleen. I say another cause the one above can hinder dreams. Like luxury, when I'm seen sippin' lean.

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Kickin' rocks in the crack drought, murders getting reenact~out

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We in all black, my mechanic make the tool move

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Built an enterprise, wanna shoot some shit? Depend on which device.

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I'm flyin' down free ways, I'm ridin' 'round solo, mind on them M's push the Benz like a stolo

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Twenty of 'em comin' switched to another spot. Reversible stock carbon, a new convertible drop. I was gamblin' with shorty, I put some work on the block.

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If I don't happen to make it while drug trafficking traffic, thank god I made it. A lot of shit expressed my vest'll propel heaters

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Live out the bushes, seen it lead to more fast feet than a track meetin'.

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Lyrically inclined, I boast and represent. Shit no sick flow throw some medicine.

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Rubber-Band Shorty, know it's a name, just don't know what to call it. iPhone, white headphones when I'm talkin'. I'm a bop my head, wait, this not a walk-man

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Sacred seal of-all encrypted on my signal's ring

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Ghost write for ghost rider's got to get your order up. If my words ain't on the up and up swing like a sucker punch, got you blow-in stomach chunks.

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Insanity, comedy and tragedy. Mixed up in emotions it was practically a masterpiece.

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I'm hearing thoughts, I'm hearing voices, catch up if I lost ya.

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You wouldn't under-stand how I'm really livin'

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Seen it lead to mo' fast feet than a track meetin', ass-eater, chew a hole through your nose and your back region.

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Crome clickin', bone bristles, so disturbing where we at.

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I eat a lot of vitamins, Vicodin, Fighter Blend

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Pathfinder, all-white no tint

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Lyricist god-damnit, meant to be riding phantoms

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Awkward inner views as I discuss my interview on life itself.

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Guess I watch her teeth go to eatin', call it a chainsaw. Your chain-saw, grippin' a biscuit, might take your chain off. Stand and watch, watching for witnesses on your premises.

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Bottom line a revolver, problem of mine solver. Dodgin' a crime while in the blind of a flyin' saucer. Unidentified object, and dead of the night walkin'.

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Mafia mechanisms in all sorts, all ports, circling the globe thuggin' the raw sport. Raw report, magazine reader pull up in raw form. Alcorn, state of athleticism in y'all dorm.

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Caught a bid, for me not telling. Often friends pretend they're in, coffee sippin' with the Tetris. Play to win I pay for 10, BreadWinner conversation. Then got that exonerated.

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Few festivities we could peep this evening, we could both leave, don't need a reason.

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I'm surfacing in my section, I'm lurkin', I'm with my weapon, it's personal when I catch 'em. I'm perfect at bursting metal.

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What I'm clutching, probably touch you from your stomach to your sneaks.

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A wise man once told me, a double minded man is unstable in all his ways. I'm up in focus.

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Commanded to be peaceful with all humanity, for they are our brothers in humanity, but they are not our brothers in faith.

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I got bored of education, money off the books like the board of education.

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Point guard, took a charge. Running it hard.

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Shirt bulky 'round the shoulders, so the vests ain't right. Forever me, I ain't ever freeze, nickel plated desert E's, twin sigs in the Benz. Send me where the devil be.

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Probably touch more keys than a janitor'll see

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I fly more keys on a kite than Benjamin Franklin

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I frequently make my man listen to Gates with me- he’s much more of a reggae guy.
He had to nerve to say “Kevin Gates sounds hungry as fuck” and I lost it 😭💀

“fuck love- I used to laugh at them. now I look at old pictures to recapture those feelings.” this was definitely on replay when I was a teen. his raw, emotional songs are, without a doubt, my favorites. only the real ones understand.🙏🏻