No News is Bad News. Over the past six years Kevin Gilyard, better known by his rap name Kevin Gates, has fought successfully, with smarts and bravado, to carve his name on the altar of hip-hop credibility. Young Money Out of the pen in , Gates went immediately to work with a new determination and a musical palette that expanded on what wisdom prison had taught.
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By the time of his debut album Islah , a ferocious showcase of rapping virtuosity, his sales finally caught up with his artistry, reaching No. Sign In. Kevin Gates.
To most of the Internet, Kevin Gates is a relatively new name. When I was reporting on the Boosie trial last May , Gates was already the biggest star in the state. You can watch the clip of him packing out the Varsity last February, full of collar-popping LSU frat boys and sorority girls. People fanning out the front, fighting to get in. The nightclub was a fire waiting to happen, impossibly swarmed and sweaty.
Come up through the struggle not too many get to tell Got up and shook it off every time we ever failed Why do we fall? So we can learn how to pick ourselves back up Transportation make you happy when your life's a living hell Sirens jump behind us, praying we don't go to jail. Window skimp, two attempts, handing bands over Seeko hit, shot and missed 2 then stand over him Bread Winner, huh? Look who in the building Let me check my Instagram I might be at a million Pissed on, you out ya mind, I'm out mine Better not flinch wrong I'm on my grind, rock supplying like the Flintstones Reputation on the line and the clips long They 9 to 5, slangin' nine you get blitzed on Bitch I want the only driver, Luca Brasi Bitch I'm papered up Diamonds glistening, rocking feelings, I ain't tapered up Get on your shit, get out your feelings, hatin' fake as fuck Some feel I'm trippin' how I'm livin' I can't change it up I'm a praying mane droppin' change case spray shit up! Might just be me I'm in the strippers ain't no breaking up She talking reckless, bitch whatever phone I'm hanging up Dick so good can't seem to keep this bitch away from us And me and Nook will fuck your bitch she wasn't made to love Phone ringing while in a meeting that's my dog calling Won't point a finger, give an order and they all stalking Speech muted, pressing pause no longer hearing voices Became a boss, couple cars I got steering choices Said I was crazy, wasn't goin be shit back in elementary Bitches on my dick, fresh steppin out McKinley Hoop dreams never had em, tryna to fetch a chicken Say its gangsta, there go Lump hanging out the window Trying to rob me I got shot, two weeks he expired Nigga burnt ya truck, what up? Ain't nobody die Lil bright nigga came thru spitting, wasn't no dumping back D Dub got off,then got ripped up, you ain't fuck with that We on our knees praying daily God brung him back Putting cookies in my daddy head, a fuckin rat My daddy don't wanna sell me nun, Nook done brung the pack Bone turned me up?? Stroke got hit while he was with me now we clutching bad And we riding round the bottom with a bunch of strap. Mane we pull up on Buck, ya heard me Me and Stroke in the car, ya heard me I got the MAC with the whisper thing on that bitch You call my phone talking bout, "Mane what you doin' out?