Lyrics Kevin Gates – No More

Don’t give up no matter how rough just don’t give up
I’m livin’ like that I ain’t lost my touch
Breadwinner Ron come and start this bitch over
No matter how rough just don’t give up

I tried to show you I love you (I’m blessed) ain’t gotta show nothin’ no more (I’m blessed)
Must want me to run behind you, I ain’t doin’ no runnin’ no more
Plugged in and I got a new hook and I’m up in rank, ain’t payin’ that number no more
Breadwinner Don, we Michoacano Te Amo Mehico (metric ton love) I done powered up (I done powered up)
Metric ton love I done powered up (I done powered up)
Big weight off the forklift
Heavy metal, aw yeah
Up in rank — cartel
Up in rank in the cartel

Tellin’ my plug I fell in love, considering’ no longer sellin’ drugs
He told me I had his blessin’, she must be special, I responded that it was
Life in the fast lane comes wit’ a rush
The heart still wants what it wants
The heart still wants what it wants
Skipped out on a meetin’ to go see my diesel mechanic was mendin’ a broke heart
Shipment container got left at the dock and the product got hit by the coast guard
And cried, and I cried, and I died inside
I swallowed my pride and I tried everything I can try but you left me wit’ no choice but to go hard
I am H.I.M, His Imperial Majesty
Benz driver, Big Tymer, Breadwinner Anatomy
Santiago, pick up the satellite phone I need you right now
You mi familia and I’m in tears and my heart is bleedin’ right now
Said that he knew I’d be back ’cause our women are wicked and they only love their self
Told me to take a lil’ time when I’m ready to grind, he gon’ send all the work I can sell

I swear to God I harbor no resentment towards you
For baby, I still love you wit’ all my heart
You didn’t make me bitter, you made me bigger!

I pray God touch your soul get rid of the coldness in it
Learned to let go of my feelings got back in the buildin’ and got me a load delivered
I pray God touch your soul get rid of the coldness in it
Learned to let go of my feelings got back in the buildin’ and got me a load delivered
Puerto Rico gangland
I pray you be there when the plane land
Puerto Rico gangland
I pray you be there when the plane land
Private runways, we all fall in love sometimes
Say private runways, we in Medellin this time
Say private runways, gangland
I pray you be there when the plane land, love

Ima 5 star nigga wit’ a 10 star dick I got a button on my hip that can send a lot of bricks, I swear to God I’m not gon’ play