Kevin Gates – M.A.T.A (Official Music Video)

Lyrics for “M.A.T.A” by Kevin Gates

Luca Brasi
You know we ‘posed to have
Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness

For some reason, maybe it’s just me
I don’t feel like I have those rights
I’m in the buildin’ right now
(I’m in the buildin’ right now)
Hey, listen to me one minute
Hey, you know how this s**t reallly ‘posed to be goin’
You know what I’m sayin’, what up

Still got two phones, in the trenches, where the robbers at
Put the stamp on in the backroom, I want all of that
Bought it in the trap, butter knife in the pot
I come from the same place, we still hustle when it’s hot

Make America Trap Again (oh I, I)..④

Still connected with the plug, but we keep that on the low
I got it out the mud, goin’ hard is all I know
Tryna make the trap great again, great again
Tryna make the trap great again, great again

I drop time on first time, nonviolent offenders
Drop the bricks to thirteen-five, right in the city
Drop the gas to a dollar three-five, I’m tryna get richer
Let the families from Mexico go be back with they children
Free Larry Hoover, Jeff Fort, they political prisoners
They treat the Muslims unfair, that’s in all of the systems
They tryna break my n**ga Ralo, tell the family that we miss him
They put that panel against you, you gotta stand on that business
That’s all the way

Still got two phones, in the trenches, where the robbers at
Put the stamp on in the backroom, I want all of that
Bought it in the trap, butter knife in the pot
I come from the same place, we still hustle when it’s hot

Make America Trap Again (oh I, I)..④

Still connected with the plug, but we keep that on the low
I got it out the mud, goin’ hard is all I know
Tryna make the trap great again, great again
Tryna make the trap great again, great again

Whatchu talkin’ about when dude tried to rob me
I was solo, I ain’t have no one ’round me
I go anywhere, I ain’t got no boundaries
Election time, it was time for Obama
Streets stalker, what, you upped the revolver
What I did b**ch I grabbed for the gun
You let off two times versuri.online
One in the hip and back of my leg right under my ass
Bullet hit, breakin’ the bone in half
Hospital two weeks and a half
After that I healed up in a cell
Prayin’ to God when I was in jail
Going in black, they put you through hell
Holdin’ you ransom, raisin’ your bail
Throw you a sandwich, hot n**ga, yeah
Yeah, I’m fully prepared

Still got two phones, in the trenches, where the robbers at
Put the stamp on in the backroom, I want all of that
Bought it in the trap, butter knife in the pot
I come from the same place, we still hustle when it’s hot

Make America Trap Again (oh I, I)..④

Still connected with the plug, but we keep that on the low
I got it out the mud, goin’ hard is all I know
Tryna make the trap great again, great again
Tryna make the trap great again, great again…

➤ Produced by Fresh Ayr
Album: Luca Brasi 3
Kevin Gates 2018

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