Great Man Lyrics - Kevin Gates

[Intro] 

Ayy 

Dealin' with heartbreak, heartbreak 

I've been dealin' with heartbreak 

Nigga, my heartache 

(Know I'm sayin'?) 

Swear to God 

(You know) 

[Verse 1] 

Look in the mirror, what do you see? 

I see somebody dealin' with heartbreak 

When I love a nigga, my heartache 

I know how a Cuban cigar taste 

But that do not help with the heart pain 

My lil' brother died in a car chase 

And spend all my older brother from beside the whip 

He got the car spray 

Guess he got through on the crossway 

Thankful that we ever crossed ways 

Wonder do heaven got hallways? 

Prayin' how much I say always 

Salute OG Boobie, that's all day 

Bringin' it back from the call way 

Ain't fuckin' with niggas, they all fake 

'Cause I pour my Hen' and they all hate 

You can't get mad at a nigga who's gettin' it 

If he not carryin' y'all way 

I had to make a decision 

Bread Winner mission to get it while y'all wait 

I get that coffee delivered 

Metric ton off the boat in a tall crate 

Maybe I'm havin' an off day 

Maybe I had a heart and my heart changed 

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[Chorus] 

Look in the mirror, I see a great man 

Look in the mirror, I see a great man 

Just look in the mirror, I see a great man 

I see a great man, I see a great man 

[Verse 2] 

I used to look like a caveman, stressin' 'til I done got grey hair 

Me and Odell Beckham back room havin' conversations 

Label the lightware 

I told 'em I used to have nightmares 

Somebody killin' me, tryne get rid of me 

Bitch, I'm really retarded 

You gotta finish me right there 

Mazzi was smiling when somebody shot him, diamonds on heaven in the night air 

Lemme me breathe for a minute 

I mean, did a nigga really not think this day would come? 

I mean from allah we come 

To allah we must return 

I pour a four in a two liter 

And remember some joy and we all well 

I put a ho in a two-seater 

I press on the floor and the car bail 

Runnin' the raw like a Barksdale 

Dump through the miles with the cartel 

Say you a dog with a small tail 

Loped to the ground with a large heater 

The ho that you lovin', she garbage 

I'ma go vrmm in a Corvette 

Take your shoes off in the apartment 

We could go sit on the carpet 

Look, I made you some tea, she got all wet 

But I am not fallin' for all that 

I hit from the back and she all head 

You got 'em leavin' on call back 

I hit from the back and she all head 

And you gotta leave 'em on call back 

Only the player shit I entertain 

I done matured, I was bein' lame 

I had some cuts turned into stains 

You know I'm still prayin', fully flate 

I'm still affilated with the gang 

Bread Winner Gang (Bread Winner Gang) 

Cop lights, no lookin' around for stop lights 

These niggas be actin' they not right 

And the security top flight 

It might went over your head a lil' bit but it come off of Friday with Mike Epps 

Smokin' a clip with a nice hep 

We tryna celebrate another season 

I'm tryna levitate it out of reachin' 

I'm tryna meditate you with my breathin' 

I'm tryna bet a way from livin' decent 

I'm on some medication, got me thinkin' 

I roll a cigarillo with sativa 

[Outro] 

I'm on a different level on the kids 

(Yeah) I'm on a different level on the kids 

(Ayy) I'm on a different level on the kids 

I'm on a different level on the kids 

(Ayy) I'm on a different level on the kids