Don't Know What To Call It Lyrics - Make 'em Believe - Kevin Gates

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I know there's a name 

Gotta be a name for this shit 

I just don't know what 

Don't know what to call it 

I hurt so much in the last month 

Live everyday like it's your last one 

Can't trust nobody 

I've been betrayed by everybody around 

Cracking jokes I don't laugh much 

For help I never could ask much 

If im down an out i get passed up 

No one there to be found 

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This life is like a rodeo 

Up and down emotional roller coaster 

Problem solving ain't hard to cope with 

But it's hard to follow rules, I'm the culprit 

Easy to talk but its hard to listen 

But the goal I'm chasing ain't hard to picture 

Hurt to see every car I wanted 

But behind the wheel I ain't the person in it 

The chick I wanted, wanted someone popular 

And I ain't that popular (whats that?) 

But now im so high, you gon' need binoculars 

Now there ain't nothing i ... 

Bunk bed living had to sleep on top one another 

Theres nothing you could do for me 

Made it from the bottom to the top 

Can't stop my grind, really out my mind - True Story! 

Lemme keep this shit 100 

I don't know your name 

You don't know my name 

And thats the way i want it 

I'mma do my thing 

Ain't gotta explain 

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I'm so pressured out to win 

Enough to make anyone consider the normal clique 

Flashing out having arguments 

Im no longer in bounds 

What meets the surface ain't all you get 

verts can't be too talkative 

Now as my heart place all of it 

Usually I wear frowns 

Ain't no sense in my straight pretending 

In a room full of people, I pays attention 

Steak for dinner, that we provided 

Made money in the slum that the street provided 

Behind my door 

Clutch heat beside it 

Out of line, I was taught let it eat somebody 

Put the sleeper silence 

Retreat from by me 

If it ain't no profit, you should leave from buying it 

Certain things about it won't change 

The world ain't able to see bout that 

My pants they sagging below my waist 

Pockets filled with Franks 

Say I'm wylin out ways 

Love the game, never back out 

Cold but is fair, and its fair but it's cold 

Sold not told, nigga trap out 

Lemme keep this shit 100 

I don't know your name 

You don't know my name 

And thats the way i want it 

I'mma do my thing 

Ain't gotta explain 

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