It Won’t Happen Lyrics - Kevin Gates

 

It Won’t Happen Lyrics - Kevin Gates

I'm makin progress now, I put the blueprint down
I bought a blueberry phone, I'm in a new whip now
I started him off with a zip, he get a few bricks now
I got a Starbucks boomin, I make a ship touch down
South-twelfth I really got it off the curb
And don't get the respect I deserve, but I'm Muslim now
Back when it was only me and DJ Earl
When I told him I'm gon take over the world
It was just me and my girl
First mixtape flopped, that was that nerve
Tryna lock it down for self-respect, I might be on the verge
Told- to come record me on the road, told me, "No"
Although it hurt, Brasi never got deterred
Everything that I was loyal to, it dragged me through the dirt, that's my word
I got love for a gangster, shed blood for a gangster
But people drag your name through the mud when you a gangster
Still got love for- and I don't take nothin from him
I'm up in rank and I ain't pushed one button
Tatted with faces I ain't gettin none covered
Put em in place and I ain't get nothin from it
I know they still tryna get somethin punished
The godmother gave me comfort, I'm protected on that other end
Money on my top, receivin blessings on that other end
Too afraid of organizations, it gotta fall
Watch I put another secret compartment inside the wall
Free my dogs behind the wall, may Allah be with us all
Feel no respect, oh, watch I give this shit my all
Peewee league, peewee cheese, why not get what you can handle?
But monkeys can't be sellin no bananas
Don't let that go over your head, I was only tryna give you an example
Just know I'm in that bracket
I don't do no flexin and controllin, I'm demandin
Slum lord, standin in the trenches with that package
Landed back Cali, shout the Texans, say it landed
Shoutout Canada, what's happenin?

Wah gwan, Supa?
Rasta say what's happenin
Askin for my number, baby, sorry, you can't have it
Can't give her no dick, it'll make the bitch believe in magic
I can't give you no energy cause you just a distraction
No goin backwards, if you not addin, subtraction
And all the pain that I deal with turn into passion
Angelic form when I put it on, I been fastin
When in the car, please don't be alarmed, ain't no traction
I married someone from Louisiana with no accent
And when she dance, movin all that ass, that's that action
And when she smile, know that drive me wild, her reactions
And we done turned up, we done built ourself a mansion
It's been a long road up and down, now we happy
You lookin' for a microwave blessin, it won't happen
It won't happen
You lookin for a microwave blessin, it won't happen
It won't happen

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