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Internet Money - No Option Ft. Kevin Gates (Official Lyric Video)

B4 The Storm OUT NOW! https://internetmoney.lnk.to/b4thestorm Directed by: LoneWolf Produced by: KC Supreme, Taz Taylor, MjNichols Mixed & Mastered by: Young Era Official YouTube channel for Internet Money (artist) Subscribe for more official music videos and exclusive content! Lyrics: Intro: Know what I been going through lately Sometimes I get depressed I might overeat, I might not eat, sometimes I get to buying shit that I don’t even need, clothes that I’m never gon’ wear, I get to entertaining old relationships and shit. Chorus: Real ones Know the shoes That I walk in Had to make it out I had no option (yeah) Hit the cell or The block or The coffin (oh) Had to make it out I had no option Lock me up And throw away the key (key) They don’t care about a nigga like me (nigga like me) So I stack it up, I got this shit poppin (I got this shit poppin) Had to make it out I had no option (yeah) [Verse 1] I had just finished a prison stench Without the presumption of innocence The system gon’ look at me different When I’m only trying to 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 1000 miles away [Bridge] Christian Louboutin (Christian Louboutin) I got my spikes on now Fall off in the morning Look like girls gone wild (wild) [Verse 2] I’m in chiraq and you know how I’m living I wanna know if it’s a dangerous city I’m still tryna see who the fuck I offended When all that I did was got caught with a pistol Cheif of parole was a black man Or in better words Another nigga You know you lied on me on the stand I’m still tryna see what I did (did) Went to trial in federal court Knowing I was gon’ lose (gon’ lose) Even when the verdict got rendered I still would be a bread winner Chorus: Real ones Know the shoes That I walk in (woah) Had to make it out I had no option (yeah) Hit the cell or The block or The coffin (oh) Had to make it out I had no option Lock me up And throw away the key (key) They don’t care about a nigga like me (nigga like me) So I stack it up, I got this shit poppin (I got this shit poppin) Had to make it out I had no option (yeah) [Verse 3] 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 looked at me and whispered ‘You gotta get better control of your business (Business) Quit being stubborn whenever you suffer The people who suffer the most are your children’ Lil baby here from Houston Got my ice on now Lick on her lil body until the lights Go down (go down) Up any circumstance in my section Im labeled a shooter People that don’t even know me So how in fuck they controlling my future All of the people who matter be smiling I know that they proud of me Holding it down up the road in the pen Everybody that doubted me Lil baby here from Houston got my ice on now Lick on her lil body till the lights go down Chorus: Real ones Know the shoes That I walk in (woah) Had to make it out I had no option (yeah) Hit the cell or The block or The coffin (oh) Had to make it out I had no option Lock me up And throw away the key (key) They don’t care about a nigga like me (nigga like me) So I stack it up, I got this shit poppin (I got this shit poppin) Had to make it out I had no option (yeah, yeah, yeeah) Outro: And the lights go down You know sometimes I i i get depressed you know when I can’t move and I I might get on instagram and slide in the DM of a bitch That I used to fuck with now Fly a baby in from Houston Got my ice on now Lick on her lil body till the lights go down Until the lights go down (yeah) Hahahaha raw keep that