Long Live Kevin
Things are different round my way
Knew this nigga little kevin round my way
Ay
No 9 to 5 but he was still getting paid
This a story bout little kevin round my way
We was best friends
Met him 2010
He was hustling
Always had an attitude
The world didn't stand a chance
Always crying broke
But then pop up with a couple bands
Always kept it 100 grand
Always did the subtle thing
Didn't know about his moves
And he used to speak his mind
Nigga that was bad news
Trapping out his mommas basement
Feels like it was yesterday
It hasn't been the same lately
Can't wrap my head around it
I prayed that I was going crazy
You was posed to grow old
But you sent me a rose
At ya grave and you know I'm on one
Yeah
Never asked for favors
Always got it on his own
Yeah
We Only took an L when we had to roll it up
Yeah
Flying down airy street
Cruising in that honda civic
Remembering the old days
Baby mama always tripping
Ppl thought that we was twins
Down the whole time
But in the end he would win
Yeah
When you lose a brother it never heals
We was up till early mornings
Popping bud ice on the corner
Man When you lose a brother it never heals
LLK... that was gang
That ain't never gonna change
NAH
What hurts the most is
I can't even call
Not a text
Not a letter
Can't say nothing at all
And I try to open up
But I just leave it alone
We was like martin and will
But knew the words to our song
Damn
We knew the words our song
Damn
If my homie in heaven
He probably fucking with marilyn
I know he paid her a visit
He probably smoke one with nip
He probably rolled up a zip
Played a pick up with kobe
I got a guardian angel
He talked to god for me
I don't think he went to hell
If he did he loving it now
Looked the devil in his eyes
Bitch I'm running shit now
Didn't need a mascot
My brother would rep himself
Whoa
Always down to hit a lick
And he would never tell nothing
No
Put ya hands up if you a real nigga
Cause we all gotta little Kev in us
Run it back
Put ya hands up if you a real nigga
Cause we all gotta little kev in us
In a class of his own
Man no one was on his level
He was true to himself
This for little kevin
When I see you again
We got some things to talk about
I'll bring the weed
You roll it up
Me and little kevin
If you do what you want
No one could ever tell you nothing
Out ya seat and get the jumping
You a little kevin
God is on my side though
I knew that cause he gave my son
Right before he died though
I named him little kevin
Knew this nigga little kevin round my way
Ay
No 9 to 5 but he was still getting paid
This a story bout little kevin round my way
We was best friends
Met him 2010
He was hustling
Always had an attitude
The world didn't stand a chance
Always crying broke
But then pop up with a couple bands
Always kept it 100 grand
Always did the subtle thing
Didn't know about his moves
And he used to speak his mind
Nigga that was bad news
Trapping out his mommas basement
Feels like it was yesterday
It hasn't been the same lately
Can't wrap my head around it
I prayed that I was going crazy
You was posed to grow old
But you sent me a rose
At ya grave and you know I'm on one
Yeah
Never asked for favors
Always got it on his own
Yeah
We Only took an L when we had to roll it up
Yeah
Flying down airy street
Cruising in that honda civic
Remembering the old days
Baby mama always tripping
Ppl thought that we was twins
Down the whole time
But in the end he would win
Yeah
When you lose a brother it never heals
We was up till early mornings
Popping bud ice on the corner
Man When you lose a brother it never heals
LLK... that was gang
That ain't never gonna change
NAH
What hurts the most is
I can't even call
Not a text
Not a letter
Can't say nothing at all
And I try to open up
But I just leave it alone
We was like martin and will
But knew the words to our song
Damn
We knew the words our song
Damn
If my homie in heaven
He probably fucking with marilyn
I know he paid her a visit
He probably smoke one with nip
He probably rolled up a zip
Played a pick up with kobe
I got a guardian angel
He talked to god for me
I don't think he went to hell
If he did he loving it now
Looked the devil in his eyes
Bitch I'm running shit now
Didn't need a mascot
My brother would rep himself
Whoa
Always down to hit a lick
And he would never tell nothing
No
Put ya hands up if you a real nigga
Cause we all gotta little Kev in us
Run it back
Put ya hands up if you a real nigga
Cause we all gotta little kev in us
In a class of his own
Man no one was on his level
He was true to himself
This for little kevin
When I see you again
We got some things to talk about
I'll bring the weed
You roll it up
Me and little kevin
If you do what you want
No one could ever tell you nothing
Out ya seat and get the jumping
You a little kevin
God is on my side though
I knew that cause he gave my son
Right before he died though
I named him little kevin
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