Kevin Gates first began rapping in 2007, when he began making music with fellow Louisiana natives such as Webbie and Lil Boosie. Gates first received attention with his 2008 single "Get in the Way" featuring Lil Boosie. Soon after, he and Boosie would be incarcerated in separate cases. Gates would then be released in 2011 and immediately returned to recording music. He would soon earn the attention of Lil' Wayne. In early 2013, Gates released a mixtape, The Luca Brasi Story which was called "easily the best rap-related thing" in February 2013 by Spin Magazine. The Luca Brasi Story has been downloaded from popular mixtape sharing site, DatPiff, over 130,000 times.
On February 15, 2013, it was announced that Kevin Gates signed to Atlantic Records. Gates was also featured on Pusha T's 2013 mixtape as well as on Gudda Gudda's mixtape. On July 16, 2013 Gates released a street album titled Stranger Than Fiction, the street album was supported by the single "4:30".
He released his latest project By Any Means in 2014, and from there exploded in even more popularity. Mid-year made his way onto the cover of the 2014 XXL Freshman list.
Luca Brasi Freestyle
Kevin Gates Lyrics
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Can I talk a lil' shit? (What up?)
I mean, Lidocaine, Isotope, Bolivia, Mother of Pearl, Acetone
I'm really in the streets with it (five ton jack)
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
With the acetone, recompress it back
Took a 4 way out each one and it's jumpin' back
Five hunnid racks on a whole pack
Bad bitch on the road 'bout to run it back
Cell phone ring that's another hunnid G's (hello?)
Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a bunch of P's (leggo)
Cell phone ring that's another hunnid G's (hello?)
Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a ton of P's (leggo)
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
You ever jumped out on a nigga block, ya heard me
And just been like, "Ayy, who the big dog is?"
I'm getting 'em whole, I'm gettin' the load
They come off a plane, they come off a boat
The eighteen wheeler pull up on the low (beep)
Backin' back into the zone (beep)
Pager we hit like a phone (hello?)
Text message, I settle it wrong
Text something your nigga be gone
He ain't known I'm connected, I'm strong
I send a hit and the pressure be on
Ridin' in Bentleys mind your business
I'm the business, we in the building
Breadwinner, mafia material
Breadcrumbs, not with the cereal
Real one when I look in the mirror
Dope in the pot in here makin' a miracle
Hold on boo, don't get hysterical
We in the gutter, shit a lil' scary
That's if you scary, I am not scary
You are not fresh, what are you wearing?
When I get dressed people are staring
Think what you want, I am not caring
That my lil' hoe, I don't mind sharing
She keep it solid, movin' in silence
Every time, a lil' hearin' impaired
Nobody perfect, we understand
Bought her kicks, gave her some bands
She hold a sack, thumbin' through that
I hit from the back, I make her tap
Pullin' her hair, we in the trap
All the jays seen him naked
Still servin' whilst I'm flexing
Shirt off and I'm sexy
Skrrt off in the Lexus
Straight raw, I'm a legend
Gold MAC-911
Rap talk, I'm a veteran
Cookin' a brick and I'm makin' it stiff
I got it coolin' right in the kit
Food boomin' right in the trenches
New booty, give me your digits
Stickin' dick all in your kidneys
New jewelry, really ridiculous
New coupe, removable ceilings
Two scoop, nigga we drippin'
Ice movin' all in my dentures
Bitch bad, booty got dimples
Fuck her face, or do you got pimples
Dunk her off, she livin' in Denham
Migo called, tell him to send 'em
Roadside, service delivered
Rolls Royce, shittin' on niggas
No choice, force me to kill 'em
My swag, you cannot mimic
This how I'm really livin'
Truth be told, I'm one of them niggas
Truth be told, I showed a few niggas
I'm a trophy, I'm in the city
Trap spot, we goin' digi
Push button, punish your witness
Kush comin' in a few minutes
Say lil' daddy, why you pretendin'?
Wasn't for me, you wouldn't be livin'
Pull up outside, hop out and finish
I'm really wit' it, stand at attention
Make a decision, how we gon' fix it?
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
Cell phone ring that's another hunnid G's
Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a bunch of P's
Cell phone ring that's another hunnid G's
Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a ton of P's
Show me where I hated on a nigga before (ayo look)
(Is you just not tunin' into this?)
Every nigga that ever came 'round me did better, nigga?
(Luca Brasi Three, yuh hear of it? Ayy)
Yuh heard me? (I appreciate your loyalty)
I appreciate your loyalty
(And I'm a Breadwinner)
(I'm mafia material, you could believe that)
In Kevin Gates's song Luca Brasi Freestyle, he talks about his experiences in the streets and the various substances and objects that he deals with. The first verse mentions Lidocaine, Isotope, Bolivia, Mother of Pearl, and Acetone. These references suggest that he is involved in some form of drug trafficking, as these substances are used to manufacture and cut different drugs. Gates also mentions a "five ton jack" and a "metal box," indicating that he may be involved in the transportation and storage of illicit substances.
In the second verse, Gates talks about his various criminal activities, such as jumping out on someone's block, getting whole loads of drugs, and backing an 18-wheeler into a zone. He also mentions being connected and sending hits, indicating that he has some sort of power and influence in the criminal world. Gates talks about being a Breadwinner, a term which he often uses to describe his crew, and his loyalty to them.
Overall, the song is a typical Kevin Gates track that showcases his street credibility and the various illegal activities that he is involved in. It creates a vivid image of his life and experiences in the criminal world.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, I mean I wan' talk all this shit (what up?)
Can I speak my mind and brag about my life in the streets?
I mean, Lidocaine, Isotope, Bolivia, Mother of Pearl, Acetone
I know my drug lingo, I'm in the drug game.
I'm really in the streets with it (five ton jack)
I am actually working, grinding and transporting drugs with five ton jacks.
Fourth quarter pressure
I'm a baller, always playing strong in the last minutes.
With the metal box
I always have my money and drugs secure in a metal box.
Breadwinners stamp
I am the leader of the Breadwinners gang.
With the acetone, recompress it back
I know how to reload and repackage drugs.
Took a 4 way out each one and it's jumpin' back
I multiply my profits by quickly and effectively breaking down and repackaging drugs.
Five hunnid racks on a whole pack
I have made $500,000 on a complete shipment of drugs.
Bad bitch on the road 'bout to run it back
My girl is out in the streets selling drugs again.
Cell phone ring that's another hunnid G's (hello?)
I keep receiving calls and making money from selling drugs.
Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a bunch of P's (leggo)
My partner in California is about to send me a lot of drugs to sell.
You ever jumped out on a nigga block, ya heard me / And just been like, "Ayy, who the big dog is?"
Have you ever showed up unexpectedly in someone's territory, calling out their leader?
I'm getting 'em whole, I'm gettin' the load / They come off a plane, they come off a boat
I am handling entire shipments of drugs, whether they come by plane or boat.
The eighteen wheeler pull up on the low (beep) / Backin' back into the zone (beep) / Pager we hit like a phone (hello?) / Text message, I settle it wrong
I am covertly bringing in drugs in 18 wheelers, and we have a system of communication to make it more efficient.
Text something your nigga be gone / He ain't known I'm connected, I'm strong / I send a hit and the pressure be on
If you cross me, I have the power to make you disappear.
Ridin' in Bentleys mind your business / I'm the business, we in the building
I am always driving in Bentleys and I mind my own business as I handle my drug trade.
Breadwinner, mafia material / Breadcrumbs, not with the cereal
I am a leader of the Breadwinners gang and I don't do anything small or ordinary, not even with my choice of cereal.
Real one when I look in the mirror / Dope in the pot in here makin' a miracle
I am a real drug dealer who knows what he's doing and can turn drugs into profits.
Hold on boo, don't get hysterical / We in the gutter, shit a lil' scary / That's if you scary, I am not scary
I am not afraid to be in the dirty, dangerous, and dark side of the drug game. I got this under control but I can understand if someone else is scared.
You are not fresh, what are you wearing? / When I get dressed people are staring / Think what you want, I am not caring
I take pride in my looks, and I don't care what people think of me. I am confident and focus on my goals.
That my lil' hoe, I don't mind sharing / She keep it solid, movin' in silence / Every time, a lil' hearin' impaired
My girl in the drug game is loyal and discreet, and I don't mind sharing her with my partners.
Nobody perfect, we understand / Bought her kicks, gave her some bands / She hold a sack, thumbin' through that / I hit from the back, I make her tap
No one is perfect, but we all understand what we're doing in the drug business. I love to spoil my girl with shoes and money, and she helps me hold drugs and pleasure me.
Pullin' her hair, we in the trap / All the jays seen him naked / Still servin' whilst I'm flexing / Shirt off and I'm sexy / Skrrt off in the Lexus
I and my girl are having sex in the middle of selling drugs. I have money and sex appeal, and I don't let that stop me from selling drugs and driving my Lexus.
Straight raw, I'm a legend / Gold MAC-911 / Rap talk, I'm a veteran
I am known in the drug cartel as a legendary top dealer, and I have a gold MAC-911 to show for it. In the rap game, I am a veteran as well.
Cookin' a brick and I'm makin' it stiff / I got it coolin' right in the kit / Food boomin' right in the trenches / New booty, give me your digits
I am cooking and hardening drugs to make them more potent and profitable. I keep it hidden and cool in the kit, and I am happy to get new clients' numbers.
Stickin' dick all in your kidneys / New jewelry, really ridiculous / New coupe, removable ceilings
I'm having sex with your girl and making her feel good. I can afford all kinds of new expensive things, like jewelry and a fancy car with removable ceilings.
Two scoop, nigga we drippin' / Ice movin' all in my dentures / Bitch bad, booty got dimples / Fuck her face, or do you got pimples
I am rich and fancy, we're dripping in luxury. My bling is so big it almost gets in the way of my teeth. My girl is sexy and has dimples, and I'm down for oral sex with her or anyone else.
Dunk her off, she livin' in Denham / Migo called, tell him to send 'em / Roadside, service delivered / Rolls Royce, shittin' on niggas
I am selling drugs and pimping girls even in the town of Denham. I am calling Migos for more supplies. I have my drugs delivered while roadside. I am flexing and showing off my wealth by riding in my Rolls Royce.
No choice, force me to kill 'em / My swag, you cannot mimic / This how I'm really livin'
If someone forces my hand, I won't hesitate to kill them. My style and persona can't be copied. This is truly my reality, in the world of drugs and gangster life.
Truth be told, I'm one of them niggas / Truth be told, I showed a few niggas / I'm a trophy, I'm in the city / Trap spot, we goin' digi
The truth is that I am one of the most notorious drug dealers in the game. I have even mentored and taught others the trade. I am like a trophy in the city, and I am taking my drug business online and digital.
Push button, punish your witness / Kush comin' in a few minutes / Say lil' daddy, why you pretendin'? / Wasn't for me, you wouldn't be livin'
I can remotely punish anyone who rats on me. I am expecting a shipment of Kush soon. I call out someone for trying to front or act like they're something in reality. I remind them that I am the reason for their livelihood.
I appreciate your loyalty / And I'm a Breadwinner / I'm mafia material, you could believe that
I am grateful for those who trust and stay loyal to me. I am part of the Breadwinner gang and hold the same level of honor and respect as the mafia. My reputation and status proves it, and you can believe me when I say all of this.
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Kevin Gilyard, William L. Gaskins
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@Kacyjvnai
[Intro]
I mean I wanna talk a lil' shit
Can I talk a lil' shit?
I mean, Lidocaine, Isotole, Bolivia, mother of pearl, Acetone
We really in the streets with it
[Chorus]
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
[Verse 1]
With the acetone, recompress it back (I do)
Took a 4-way out his one and its jumpin' back
Five hunnit racks on a whole pack
Bad bitch on the road 'bout to run it back
Bridge]
Cell phone ring that's another hunnit g's (hello?)
Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a bunch of p's
Cell phone ring that's another hunnit g's (hello?)
Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a ton of p's
[Chorus]
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
[Verse 2]
You ever jumped out on a nigga block, ya heard me and just been like "Ay who the big dog is?"
I'm getting 'em whole, I'm gettin' the load
They come off a plane, they come off a boat
The eighteen wheeler pull up on the low (beep)
Backin' back into the zone (beep)
Pager we hit like a phone (hello?)
Text message I settle it wrong
Take somethin' your neck a’ be gone
Yeen’ knowing I’m connected, I’m strong
I send a hit and the pressure be on
Ridin' in Bentley's mind your business, I'm the business
We in the buildin'
Breadwinner, Mafia Material
Breadcrumbs, not with the cereal
Real one I look in the mirror
Dope in the pot here makin' a miracle
Hold on boo don't get hysterical
We in the gutter, shit a lil' scary
That's if you scary, I am not scary
You are not fresh
What are you wearin'?
When I get dressed, people are starin'
Think what you want, I am not carin'
That my lil' hoe, I don't mind sharin'
She keep it solid, movin' in silence
Every time, a lil hearing impaired Nobody perfect, we understand
Bought her kicks gave her some bands
She hold a sack, thumbin' through that
I hit from the back, I make her tap
Pullin her hair, we in the trap
All the J's, seen 'er naked
Still servin' while I'm flexin'
Shirt off and I'm sexy
Skrt off in the Lexus
Straight raw, I'm a legend
Gold mack 9.11
Rap talk, I'm a veteran
Cookin' a brick and I'm makin it stiff
I got it coolin' right in the kitchen
Food boomin' right in the trenches
New booty give me your digits
Stickin' dick all in your kidneys, new jewelry, really ridiculous
New coupe, removable ceilings
Two scoop, nigga we drippin'
Ice movin' all in my dentures
Bitch bad, booty got dimples
Freckle face, the dude, he got pimples
Dunk her off, she's livin' in Denham
Migo call, tell him to send em
Wrong sides, service delivered
Rolls Royce, shittin' on niggas
No choice, forced me to kill him
My swag, you cannot mimic
This how, I'm really livin'
Truth be told, I'm one of them niggas
Truth be told, I showed a few niggas
I'm a trophy, I’m in the city Trap spot, we goin' digi’
Push button, punish her with it
Glitch comin', in a few minutes
Say lil' daddy "why you pretending?"
Wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be livin'
Pull up on side ya, hop out and finish
I'm really wit' it, standin' attention
Make a decision, how we gon' fix it?
Chorus]
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Five ton jack
With the metal box
Breadwinners stamp
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
Fourth quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
Bridge]
Cell phone ring that's another hunnit g's (hello?)
Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a bunch of p's
Cell phone ring that's another hunnit g's (hello?)
Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a ton of p's
[Outro]
Show me where I ain't a real nigga dawg?
Show me where I hated on a nigga for?
Every nigga that ever came 'round me did better nigga
Ya heard me?
I appreciate your loyalty
@s_kan5885
The white girl that moved in with her bf brought me here
@racoontrash7483
😂😂 I just watched that shit and looked this song up.
@DaniRuth
Yoooo!!! Same 😭😭 she was a whole vibe I said yeah I need parts of this song asap!! 😂😂
@krush55
💀 Algorithm
@chicagosfinest3296
Same took me a minute to find this
@user-jl2te1tt5z
Same
@matthudson4665
Chill bumps everytime! Who else can actually feel Gates music?
@tigergiggles5419
ommfgg 🙌🙌😂😂
@ericpennock4702
You know it!!!!!!!
@DAWYTEGUY
Sht make the hair on your arms stand up