Still Hold Up Lyrics – Kevin Gates

Still Hold Up Lyrics y Kevin Gates. kevingatesTV Presenting the lyrics of the song “Despite everything Hold Up” sung by Kevin Gates. This song is delivered by Patrick Carmelo and James Maddocks.

  • Song: Still Hold Up
  • Singer: Kevin Gates
  • Produced by: Patrick Carmelo & James Maddocks
  • Written By: Patrick Carmelo, James Maddocks & Kevin Gates
  • Release Date: April 29, 2020

Still Hold Up Lyrics – Kevin Gates

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
Damn near lost it all believing’ in a bitch nigga
Okay, problem solved, I do shit 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 bitch niggas, everybody backs ’em
Been in the game since shit stains and I’m ’bout that action (I’m ’bout that)
I never ratted, a Louisiana livin’ legend
Bitch, I’m in traffic, you play with Gates, you got to wet it
Just remember, I’m not a talker, I’m a stepper (I’m a stepper)
Broad day, I go to walkin’ up, applyin’ pressure
Free C Murder, they tried to ban me from the prisons
Maybe they know I’m only happy when I see my niggas
Maybe they wanna see me broke or dead or back there with ’em
Woman pregnant for another brother, never visit
Shoutout the ones who still show love in the city
The way they hate you
Gangster reason, long nights I remember
Roamin’ the trenches where the cocaine get delivered

Say, look
Don’t never go look for yourself inside somebody else, you heard me
‘Cause some of these niggas outchea ain’t really cut like we cut
You know, we cut from a bandana
You know, these niggas cut from shit paper, you heard me
That shit sounds good until it takes place
But I’m built Ford tough, and I still hold up x (3)

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