Letra de ' M.A.T.A ' de Kevin Gates

Luca Brasi
You know we 'posed to have life
Liberty and the pursuit of happiness
For some reason, maybe it’s just me
I don't feel like I have those rights
I'm in the buildin’ right now (I'm in the buildin' right now)
Hey, listen to me one minute
Hey, you know how this shit reallly 'posed to be goin'
You know what I'm sayin'?
What up?

Still got two phones, in the trenches, where the robbers at?
Put the stamp on in the backroom, I want all of that
Bought it in the trap, bought a knife and a pot
I come from the same place, we still hustle when it's hot
Make America trap again (oh I, I)
Make America trap again (oh I, I)
Make America trap again (oh I, I)
Make America trap again (oh I, I)
Still connected with the plug, but we keep that on the low
I got it out the mud, goin’ hard is all I know
Tryna make the trap great again, great again
Tryna make the trap great again, great again

I drop time on first time, non-violent offenders
Drop the bricks to thirteen-five, right in the city
Drop the gas to a dollar three-five, I’m tryna get richer
Let the families from Mexico go be back with their children
Free Larry Hoover, Jeff Fort, they're political prisoners
They treat the Muslims unfair, that's in all of the systems
They tryna break my nigga Ralo, tell the family that we miss him
They put that panel against you, you gotta stand on that business
That’s all the way

Still got two phones, in the trenches, where the robbers at?
Put the stamp on in the backroom, I want all of that
Bought it in the trap, bought a knife and a pot
I come from the same place, we still hustle when it's hot
Make America trap again (oh I, I)
Make America trap again (oh I, I)
Make America trap again (oh I, I)
Make America trap again (oh I, I)
Still connected with the plug, but we keep that on the low
I got it out the mud, goin' hard is all I know
Tryna make the trap great again, great again
Tryna make the trap great again, great again

Whatchu talkin' about when dude tried to rob me
I was solo, I ain’t have no one 'round me
I go anywhere, I ain't got no boundaries
Election time, it was tight for Obama
Streets stalker, what, you upped the revolver?
What I did? Bitch I grabbed for the gun
You let off two times, one in the hip
And back of my leg right under my ass
Bullet hit, breakin' the bone in half
Hospital two weeks and a half
After that I healed up in a cell
Prayin' to God when I was in jail
Going in black, they put you through hell
Holdin' you ransom, raisin' your bail
Throw you a sandwich, hot nigga, yeah
Yeah, I'm fully prepared

Still got two phones, in the trenches, where the robbers at?
Put the stamp on in the backroom, I want all of that
Bought it in the trap, bought a knife and a pot
I come from the same place, we still hustle when it's hot
Make America trap again (oh I, I)
Make America trap again (oh I, I)
Make America trap again (oh I, I)
Make America trap again (oh I, I)
Still connected with the plug, but we keep that on the low
I got it out the mud, goin' hard is all I know
Tryna make the trap great again, great again
Tryna make the trap great again, great again