Internet Money - No Option (Lyrics) ft. Kevin Gates | OneLyrics

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Lyrics:
[Intro: Kevin Gates]
Know what I've been going through lately?
Sometimes I, I get depressed, I might over eat or I might not eat
Sometimes I get to buying shit I don't even need
Clothes that I'm never gon' wear
I get to entertaining that all relationships are shit
[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell, or the block, or the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up, throw away the key
Ain't no care 'bout a nigga like me so I
Stack it up, got this shit poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option
[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
I had just finished the prison stage
Without the presumption of innocence
The system don't look at me different
When I'm on a trial, I do something legitimate
My children been mad at they mothers
Like "When is our daddy coming home?"
We video visit on FaceTime but they like a thousand miles away
Christian Louboutin, I got my spikes on now
Fall off in the morning, look like girls gone wild
I'm in Chiraq and you know how I'm livin'
I'm warning 'em in, it's a dangerous city
I'm still tryna see where the fuck I fit in
When all I did was get caught with a pistol
Chief of parole was a black man
Only better words, another nigga
You know you lied on me on the stand
I'm still tryna see what I did
Went to trial in federal court, knowing I was gon' lose
Even when the verdict got rendered, I'll still be a bread winner
[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell, or the block, or the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up, throw away the key
Ain't no care 'bout a nigga like me so I
Stack it up, got this shit poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option
[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
I thought when I got out of jail in Florida
I wouldn't sit in a cell again
Broke the lil' promise I made to my daughter
That I wouldn't put her through hell again
The man in the mirror look at me and Wilson
You gotta get better control of your businesses
Quit being stubborn whenever you suffer
The people that suffer the most are your children
Flew her in from Houston, I got my ice on now
Lick on her lip, I had until the lights go out
A bit of a circumstance, in my section I'm labeled a shooter
People that don't even know me
So how in the fuck they controlling my future?
All of the people who mad at me smilin'
I know that they proud of me
Holdin' it down, up the road, on a beat
Everybody that doubted me
Flew baby in from Houston, got my ice on now
Lick on her lip, I had until the lights go out
[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Real ones know th