Still Hold Up (Explicit) - Kevin Gates

Lyrics by：Marcellus Kevin Gates/Patrick Carmelo/James Maddocks

Yeah

I'm built Ford tough

Carmelo

No this how I used to be feelin'

Killer you heard me

James put the check boy

Yeah

Crossed out hex feel like I'm possessed

I wanna handle baby daddy it just ain't happen yet

My wife just sent that paper there I just ain't grab it yet

Nominated for the GRAMMYs I went back to jail

Racist judge found me guilty sent me back to Hell

Lost trial in the feds went back on appeal

My lil' ones irkin' out he back on them pills

Zombies lurkin' close the curtains we back on the steel

The voodoo lady say "Okay" I say "I had to kill"

Get 'em down there for a show and put that racket here

Traffic tickets had too many I was gettin' stopped

Never happen when I'm by myself so bein' friendly stopped

I rock a lotta gold chains I am not a coward

I'm thuggin' hard I'm connected to the higher power

D**n near lost it all believing' in a b***h n***a

Okay problem solved I do s**t a little different

Talked about behind the back by my own family

But I'm built Ford tough and I still hold up

Instances I used to deal with tried to hurt my marriage

But I'm built Ford tough and I still hold up

They stack the deck with b***h n***as everybody backs 'em

They do

Been in the game since s**t stains and I'm 'bout that action

I'm 'bout that

I never ratted a Louisiana livin' legend

Why

B***h I'm in traffic you play with Gates you got to wet it

Grrat

Just remember I'm not a talker I'm a stepper

I'm a stepper

Broad day I go to walkin' up applyin' pressure

Boom boom boom

Free C Murder Ooh they tried to ban me from the prisons

Ooh

Maybe they know I'm only happy when I see my n***as

Ah

Maybe they wanna see me broke or dead or back there with 'em

They do

Shoutout the ones in the system with a life sentence

Oh oh

Woman pregnant for another brother never visit

Don't

Shoutout the ones who still show love in the city

The way they hate you make you kinda hate to f**k with the city

Hm

Gangster reason long nights I remember

I remember

I ask Big Dana for some pictures I just really miss ya

Whaddup

Roamin' the trenches where the c*****e get delivered

Say look

Don't never go look for yourself inside somebody else you heard me

'Cause some of these n***as outchea ain't really cut like we cut

You know we cut from a bandana

You know these n***as cut from s**t paper you heard me

That s**t sounds good until it takes place

But I'm built Ford tough and I still hold up

But I'm built Ford tough and I still hold up

But I'm built Ford tough and I still hold up