Kevin Gates – No More (Lyrics | Video)

Lyrics “No More” / Kevin Gates

I tried to show you I love you
Ain’t gotta show nothing no more
Must want me to run behind you
I ain’t doing no running no more
I got a new hook and I’m up in rank
In pain, ain’t numbing no more
Breadwinner Don, we Michoacáno
Te amo México

Metric ton, love
I done powered up, I done powered up
Metric ton, love
I done powered up, I done powered up
Big weight, off the forklift
Heavy metal, oh yeah
Up in rank in the cartel, up in rank in the cartel

Tellin’ my plug I fell in love
Considerin’ no longer sellin’ drugs
He told me I had his blessin’ and she must be special
I responded that it was
Life in the fast lane comes with a rush
The heart still wants what it wants

The heart still wants what it wants
Skipped out on a meeting and go see my decent mechanic
Was mendin’ a broke heart
Ship a container, got left at the dock
And probably got hit by a coast guard
I cry, I cry, I die inside
I swallowed my pride and tried everything
I could try but you left me with no choice, but to go hard

I’m H.I.M – His Imperial Majesty
Benz driver, big timer
Breadwinner anatomy

Santiago, pick up the satellite phone, I need you right now
You mi familia, and I’m in tears, my heart is bleeding right now
Said that he knew I be back as all women are wicked
And they only love themselves
Told me to take a lil time when I’m ready to grind
He gon’ send me all the work I can sell

I swear to god I harbor no resentment towards you
Baby, I still love you with all my heart
You didn’t make me bitter, you made me bigger

I pray God touch your soul and get rid of the coldness in it
Learned to let go of my feelings, got back in the building
And got me a load delivered
I pray God touch your soul and get rid of the coldness in it
Learned to let go of my feelings, got back in the building
And got me a load delivered
Puerto Rico gang land
I pray you be there when the plane land
Puerto Rico gang land
I pray you be there when the plane land
Private runway, we all fall in love some time
Say, private runway, we immediate this time
Say, private runway, Puerto Rico gang land
I pray you be there when the plane land, love

I’m a five star n**ga with a ten star d**k
I got a button on my hip that could send a lotta bricks
Hey, I swear to god, I’m not gon’ play…

➤ Written by Kevin Gates
Produced by Beat Zombie
Kevin Gates | 2019

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