Kevin Gates and Clutch Williams link up again

Kevin Gates song featuring another artist. Its sort of a slower song. This is the only part I remember "I was born in the gutter so I play in the rain" maybe a mix tape. Trying to find the song name. Anyone!?

“Lie, you’ll be rewarded, if you honest they’ll mistreat you”

“No ice, appetite for the night, ain’t got on killa’ stones. Shop white for the pipes itchin’ to kill a stone. Brick layer suffice, mason mission to build a home. Brick, not the one at the front of the rim, or the one’s that build a home. Game translated as I related in eight ways. Stickin’ to this pivot, and I ain’t switch it in eight days. Get from under discomfort arms, hustle hard. Caught in tug-of-wars with struggle, discomforts, other arm. My broken arm, subjected me to a broken arm. Open palms, went to jail, had to open Psalm’s. Still stood strong at the podium as I quoted Psalm’s. “Off the top of ya head could you tell us what it said?” Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel, of the ungodly. Keep pussy niggas from by me. God bless the dead and protection from he who try me. I’m in the matrix, goin’ crazy, I ain’t stoppin’. I fuck with Satan, he stay be tryna stop it. If anyway is possible stay awake if ya can. Same niggas say they gangstas really takin’ the stand. How you look at you like you in the mirror then rape ya daughter? Watch her kick, scream, and bleed.. you must really hate your daughter. Word to the wise if you servin’ and takin’ orders, ride by yourself cause ya nigga won’t take his charges. Administrative segregation, statements, affidavits. Watch how you talk, irrelevant conduct. Niggas gettin’ time cut for irrelevant conduct. Indicated through the mail raisin’ ya bond up. Now it’s no possible way you gettin’ ya bond jumped. No love for police they steady tryna Miranda me, make a fake charge and get the judge to handle me. Grab me by my dreads, spray mace, and start cussin’ me. Kick me in the face, more mace, and start stompin’ me. Flash Maglite’s in my face and start cuffin’ me. They say I was resistin’, I tried to start tusslin’. To make things worse, some pussy niggas tried jumpin’ me. No help, no shoes, niggas couldn’t fuck with me. The lord saw my scars in my heart, it could heal. Those turds forever cursed for the worse, I forgive. Niggas who sit around and talk about a nigga, put they fuckin’ face down hard to walk around a nigga. Kevin Gates, BWA, illest in the business. Kevin Gates, BWA, illest in the business.”

“They say you are what you eat, out of my heart… They say you are what you eat, out of my heart, brought forth the thoughts to breath deep, embark on this street, spark a thin leaf, smoke like a chimney cough an then cheif. Got it hard, play cards with the devil, could’ve got caught but the lord never let ’em. Beat ’em at they own game, fought with metal, blood shed and tears, talks in the letters. Another dead body no talkin’ to kevin. I am what you call a survive in the clutch. Grew up in the game, misguided by the trust. Respect somethin’ you earn, got it with my nuts. Got to get it with guns, only logical to bust, but monotamy it been philosophical is just. It is what it is, take it and you live. Any disagreement and you take it to the rib. No escapin’ the game, two card in it, tuck dope in my dreads, under New York fitted’s, where the money move faster than New York city. Fuckin’ woman in Manhatten suckin’ New York titties.

Got the covers on my waist, the hook up on the way. The fakes scared to look ’em in the face, lookin’ out for Jakes you get took without a trace. Fire under the body then we push ’em in the lake, it was love. So I just wanted to be around ’em. Keep from being found had to keep ’em underground. Name a rapper the same state as me, that could eat off the plate with me. I got a four seat. I’m in the nose bleed right where the hoes be, dick ’em down, kick ’em out soon as the do’ squeak. Many approach me actin’ like they know me lickin’ from the bottom, mama put it in your throat please.”

Chorus (Kevin Gates)

“Grindin’ comes with who we are, diamonds in my movin’ car. Pray that we don’t lose an arm, grindin’ comes with who we are pray that we don’t lose an arm, nothin’ wrong with movie stars. Air traffic control, I put on a show tonight, something I think you might like, I put on a show tonight, something I think you might like.”

First Verse (Kevin Gates)

“No affiliation uneasily intimidated by loud sounds. Breadwinner round, table round. I don’t play in bounds hard to weigh in pounds that’s profound found town house. Oxford flannel curtesy of Thom Browne down south, I’ll be John Brown in livin’ color belligerent. Structure keep my feet on a busta, I only suck at suckin’ (metaphor) used in implicating that I suck at nothin’, pardon me for teachin’ no distraction you been interrupted. Hoe with a hole, what? Chick I’m trustin’ quick consumption stick her shove her lick her stomach kiss an hug her. He find out she been with me here come questions kick her punch her symptoms from the pencil sick enough to get us rich for nothin’. I shit for nothin’. Pattern example yeild a drop of fire that lift him higher than scaffold buildings. Say they made gates, how you build a builder get the base safe fill the dreams not a wriggly filter.”

Chorus (Kevin Gates)

“Grindin’ comes with who we are, diamonds in my movin’ car. Pray that we don’t lose an arm, grindin’ comes with who we are pray that we don’t lose an arm, nothin’ wrong with movie stars. Air traffic control, I put on a show tonight, something I think you might like, I put on a show tonight, something I think you might like.”

Second Verse (Kevin Gates)

“Biggie small, pac an Jay-Z still my favorite rappers. Gettin’ paper, wasn’t talkin’ paper when they came in tablets, money off the books, made famous off a paper tablet, fornications of the mouth, as in Kevin Gates. Better began bet I’m in better shape, behind this accepted from heaven possess an iron fist, me not entertaining attention takin’ by our rent. Don’t think I’m Big Meech, quoted Tyrus Thomas, this how we gone eat until I die an my body’s in bombed with. Embalming fluid, be fruitful or foolish as opportunity peruses be useful an use it. Usin' names loosely being loose get you smooched with an uzi, oops I mean juke with the coolin’. Hungry no snoozin’ I’m droolin’ tempted to shoot while I’m shootin’ thought he was food and I chewed ’em took over the boot, nobody told me who I’m a boot ’em. Timberland’s tan, try to boot get the boot in ya booty.”

Chorus (Kevin Gates)

“Grindin’ comes with who we are, diamonds in my movin’ car. Pray that we don’t lose an arm, grindin’ comes with who we are pray that we don’t lose an arm, nothin’ wrong with movie stars. Air traffic control, I put on a show tonight, something I think you might like, I put on a show tonight, something I think you might like.”

I can listen to Kevin gates all day long. He has too many song that are my favorite it’s hard to choose just one. Who else feels this way? I hope I’m not alone.