Difficult Lyrics – Kevin Gates

SCRIBING ATM

It’s gon’ be difficult for you to forget me, yeah
What up?
It’s gon’ be difficult for you to forget me, yeah
I’m him

This just in, I’m Goliath, rap game king Leonidas
Prayin’ for the ones that’s indicted
Sex tape dropped, unexcited
This just in, I’m Goliath, rap game king Leonidas
Prayin’ for the ones that’s indicted
Sex tape dropped, unexcited
I been a G, throwin’ that dick and I kick
Now I stand on the business for chief
Knowin’ they want your position or blemish your image
Don’t give in no energy, please
Knowin’ that shit done get critical
I got some sinners who willin’ to send it for me
Knowin’ my lit ones is gifted
And really ’bout spinnin’, but he gotta get to the league
I got the power like God and them
Power to take away oxygen (What else?)
Shawty wanna get on her knees
I semen her cheeks and re-grow her [?]
I was on easy-town, I done been around, word
Druug still with you, shit ain’t safe to be around your girl
Ass out the window, eatin’ lama on the interstate
Hoes sell crystal meth, Bird want a dinner plate
Order me a demon, I done pulled up in a Hellcat
She long way away, when we was sleepin’ on an airmat
Big body ring, same place where the jail at
Carolina street, where I was ‘posed to catch the sales at
Touchdown in the ‘jects, still love havin’ sex
If it not includin’ [?] this not VVS
Buss down with shit skrrt ’round, DBS
I done got a TV show, need to be on TBS
[?] shorty don’t call, she gon’ see me, yeah
I’m retarded, I’m with CBS
Black [?] do a nigga with a hair piece
Trap lead, yes Lord, workin’ like an athlete
Solitary diamonds, I forgot what I was wearin’
Big booty white bitch lookin’ at me starin’
Catch a vibe in Atlanta, run a couple errands
Baby girl stick it out and put it in the air, please
Now my ship settin’ sail, old ho, wish ’em well
I just got a label check, I’ma get a hundred bail
South Carolina partner come and get a twenty bag
Get him with the hundred pack, told him “Nigga, run with that”
Thinkin’ ’bout runnin’ off family and don’t come back
Bread winner Rodman
Touchdown in the ‘jects, push-ups, lot of sex
If it not includin’ [?] this not VVS
Iced out Cartier, this not new Patek
Lifestyle [?] comin’ out the
Big .38 ain’t slim in a dope hole
I got this bitch in a chokehold

She from [?] she loco
The ups and the downs been a long road
They ego
Said “I’ma make her hold on”
I told her to meet me at solo
We go to
I told her that I ain’t have no clothes on
She caught her a tan, now she rose gold
I hit it from the back with the long stroke
I’m cookin’ that dope with a rope on
I stand in the kitchen with the stove on