In the gritty pulse of street life, Kevin Gates delivers a raw narrative with "Luca Brasi Freestyle," where bravado and vulnerability collide. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the hustle, from high-stakes deals to the relentless grind for respect and survival. Gates weaves his personal experiences with broader themes of loyalty, power, and the harsh realities of the drug trade. His confident delivery underscores a life lived on the edge, while questioning the loyalty of those around him. This freestyle isn't just about flaunting success; it's an introspective look at the costs of ambition and the weight of leadership in a cutthroat world.
Luca Brasi Freestyle
Lyrics
(Yeah) I mean I wan' talk all this shit (what up?)
Can I talk a lil' shit? (What up?)
I mean, Lidocaine, Isotope, Bolivia, Mother of Pearl, Acetone
I'm really in the streets with it (five ton jack)
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
With the acetone, recompress it back
Took a 4 way out each one and it's jumpin' back
Five hunnid racks on a whole pack
Bad bitch on the road 'bout to run it back
Cell phone ring that's another hunnid G's (hello?)
Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a bunch of P's (leggo)
Cell phone ring that's another hunnid G's (hello?)
Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a ton of P's (leggo)
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
You ever jumped out on a nigga block, ya heard me
And just been like, "Ayy, who the big dog is?"
I'm getting 'em whole, I'm gettin' the load
They come off a plane, they come off a boat
The eighteen wheeler pull up on the low (beep)
Backin' back into the zone (beep)
Pager we hit like a phone (hello?)
Text message, I settle it wrong
Text something your nigga be gone
He ain't known I'm connected, I'm strong
I send a hit and the pressure be on
Ridin' in Bentleys mind your business
I'm the business, we in the building
Breadwinner, mafia material
Breadcrumbs, not with the cereal
Real one when I look in the mirror
Dope in the pot in here makin' a miracle
Hold on boo, don't get hysterical
We in the gutter, shit a lil' scary
That's if you scary, I am not scary
You are not fresh, what are you wearing?
When I get dressed people are staring
Think what you want, I am not caring
That my lil' hoe, I don't mind sharing
She keep it solid, movin' in silence
Every time, a lil' hearin' impaired
Nobody perfect, we understand
Bought her kicks, gave her some bands
She hold a sack, thumbin' through that
I hit from the back, I make her tap
Pullin' her hair, we in the trap
All the jays seen him naked
Still servin' whilst I'm flexing
Shirt off and I'm sexy
Skrrt off in the Lexus
Straight raw, I'm a legend
Gold MAC-911
Rap talk, I'm a veteran
Cookin' a brick and I'm makin' it stiff
I got it coolin' right in the kit
Food boomin' right in the trenches
New booty, give me your digits
Stickin' dick all in your kidneys
New jewelry, really ridiculous
New coupe, removable ceilings
Two scoop, nigga we drippin'
Ice movin' all in my dentures
Bitch bad, booty got dimples
Fuck her face, or do you got pimples
Dunk her off, she livin' in Denham
Migo called, tell him to send 'em
Roadside, service delivered
Rolls Royce, shittin' on niggas
No choice, force me to kill 'em
My swag, you cannot mimic
This how I'm really livin'
Truth be told, I'm one of them niggas
Truth be told, I showed a few niggas
I'm a trophy, I'm in the city
Trap spot, we goin' digi
Push button, punish your witness
Kush comin' in a few minutes
Say lil' daddy, why you pretendin'?
Wasn't for me, you wouldn't be livin'
Pull up outside, hop out and finish
I'm really wit' it, stand at attention
Make a decision, how we gon' fix it?
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
Cell phone ring that's another hunnid G's
Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a bunch of P's
Cell phone ring that's another hunnid G's
Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a ton of P's
Show me where I hated on a nigga before (ayo look)
(Is you just not tunin' into this?)
Every nigga that ever came 'round me did better, nigga?
(Luca Brasi Three, yuh hear of it? Ayy)
Yuh heard me? (I appreciate your loyalty)
I appreciate your loyalty
(And I'm a Breadwinner)
(I'm mafia material, you could believe that)
Writer(s): Kevin Gilyard, William L. Gaskins
Copyright(s): Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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