Gate Keeper
[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Huh, gate keeper, still riskin' my life for the gang, huh
Gate keeper, I can't never go against the grain
I'm the gate keeper, huh
I'm the gate keeper, I'm my brother's keeper
[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
I'm a born leader, when I ain't no problem bein' an Indian
Born in the deep in it, I ain't have to learn to swim
Bottle feeder, but the ones on top somehow envy n***as
Now my soul bleedin', all them losses I took, it got me scared to win
I scare myself out of my peoples so much, it might just be my death
They say I'm blеssed, but all I feel is pain comin' out my flesh
They say don't strеss, I lost my son, ain't get to see his baby steps
Show me what the definition of love, 'cause I ain't got no feelings left
[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Gate keeper, I ain't never goin' against the grain
Gate keeper
Huh, huh
Gate keeper, I ain't never goin' against the grain
Gate keeper, huh
(I know this shit might sound strange, but I hope some days it rain)
Huh, I know this shit might sound strange, but I hope some days it rain
Sunshine, blue skies, please can you go away?
Man, I'm tired of actin' like everything's okay
They told me play the game, but I can't act fake
Fuck them fake-ass handshakes, I'm really God body, not manmade
Got a permanent band-aid, tryna get a use of real game
Take care of your mamas' kids, that's what gangsters say
[Verse 2: Reese Youngn]
Ooh, they said that I'm the gate keeper
Yeah, all of my n***as'd kill y'all lil' Drake feature
I don't fold heag huds, I killed eight people
We see an opp out of beds, my old game is to the [?] bleachers
I know they hate Reese
All of my n***as killin', they like to play Reaper
He caught a body and some Nikes with they grape sneakers
It's obvious that she like me, but I can't treat her
I couldn't give you my soul, I know I'm a great cheater, yeah
Roll up your bro, won't he Grade-A reefer
Ballin' on n***as' soul, go on, he might bake Anita
Wake up in Klay ass and show my ass 'cause I hate the teachers
The way this bezel bust down, it's like the face is Peter
My n***a was on the corner 'til the coroner picked him up
Flied out doc play like lasagna, hitted all them n***as up
Wished my n***a was alive and both of his palms I could touch
The second that I heard you died, said I'm burnin' all this shit up
Codeine and promethazine fallin' all in my gut
I ain't gon' leave it in your spleen, I'ma put it all on her butt
Peroxide with this 9, haha, fall in the cut
He said it made about a fuckin' D Dog when it was us
N***a, yeah
[Outro: Reese Youngn]
Paid Will, n***a, rest out Skinny Bangs, man
Doin' this shit for all our n***as, man, rest your racks, man
Everybody that feel bad this shit
I'm ballin' out 'til I'm fallin' out, you hear me?
Naw, real gangster shit
Huh, gate keeper, still riskin' my life for the gang, huh
Gate keeper, I can't never go against the grain
I'm the gate keeper, huh
I'm the gate keeper, I'm my brother's keeper
[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
I'm a born leader, when I ain't no problem bein' an Indian
Born in the deep in it, I ain't have to learn to swim
Bottle feeder, but the ones on top somehow envy n***as
Now my soul bleedin', all them losses I took, it got me scared to win
I scare myself out of my peoples so much, it might just be my death
They say I'm blеssed, but all I feel is pain comin' out my flesh
They say don't strеss, I lost my son, ain't get to see his baby steps
Show me what the definition of love, 'cause I ain't got no feelings left
[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Gate keeper, I ain't never goin' against the grain
Gate keeper
Huh, huh
Gate keeper, I ain't never goin' against the grain
Gate keeper, huh
(I know this shit might sound strange, but I hope some days it rain)
Huh, I know this shit might sound strange, but I hope some days it rain
Sunshine, blue skies, please can you go away?
Man, I'm tired of actin' like everything's okay
They told me play the game, but I can't act fake
Fuck them fake-ass handshakes, I'm really God body, not manmade
Got a permanent band-aid, tryna get a use of real game
Take care of your mamas' kids, that's what gangsters say
[Verse 2: Reese Youngn]
Ooh, they said that I'm the gate keeper
Yeah, all of my n***as'd kill y'all lil' Drake feature
I don't fold heag huds, I killed eight people
We see an opp out of beds, my old game is to the [?] bleachers
I know they hate Reese
All of my n***as killin', they like to play Reaper
He caught a body and some Nikes with they grape sneakers
It's obvious that she like me, but I can't treat her
I couldn't give you my soul, I know I'm a great cheater, yeah
Roll up your bro, won't he Grade-A reefer
Ballin' on n***as' soul, go on, he might bake Anita
Wake up in Klay ass and show my ass 'cause I hate the teachers
The way this bezel bust down, it's like the face is Peter
My n***a was on the corner 'til the coroner picked him up
Flied out doc play like lasagna, hitted all them n***as up
Wished my n***a was alive and both of his palms I could touch
The second that I heard you died, said I'm burnin' all this shit up
Codeine and promethazine fallin' all in my gut
I ain't gon' leave it in your spleen, I'ma put it all on her butt
Peroxide with this 9, haha, fall in the cut
He said it made about a fuckin' D Dog when it was us
N***a, yeah
[Outro: Reese Youngn]
Paid Will, n***a, rest out Skinny Bangs, man
Doin' this shit for all our n***as, man, rest your racks, man
Everybody that feel bad this shit
I'm ballin' out 'til I'm fallin' out, you hear me?
Naw, real gangster shit