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Kevin Gates Mixtape “By Any Means 2” (Stream & Download)

Kevin Gates new mixtape “By Any Means 2” is now available for stream and download on iTunes/Apple Music and Spotify.

The project is the sequel to the first installment in the mixtape series which was released in 2014. “By Any Means 2” comes with 14 hard hitting tracks PnB Rock being the only guest artist on the mixtape. Rock is featured on the previously released single “Beautiful Scars” which has met rave reviews among hip hop fans. Another single “What If” was also released last month and is getting a lot of attention.

The incarcerated Baton Rouge rapper’s wife, Dreka Gates, confirmed recently that she was the one who put the mixtape together for her husband’s fans while he serves his two and a half years sentence in prison. Earlier this month, Kevin Gates posted a lengthy statement on Instagram thanking his fans for their support while he serves time behind bars. There were some talks that the mixtape was delayed due to production problems but turns out that those were worked out quickly to get the album released on the original released date September 21st.

In April, Kevin Gates was sentenced to 30 months in a Illinois prison for a gun case. Before that he served six months in jail in Florida for assaulting a female fan.

You can stream and download Kevin Gates new mixtape “By Any Means 2” on iTunes/Apple Music below.

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Kevin Gates Thanks Fans For Support Drops “What If” Video

Kevin Gates gave his fans a big shout-out on Instagram yesterday and drop the video for “What If.”

The Baton Rouge rapper is currently serving a 30-month prison sentence for a gun charge. Around the time of his sentencing in April, he released some new music including this single “What If” and now we have a visual. The conscious single samples Joan Osborne’s “One of Us” and the symbolic clip features footage of Gates in prison and clips of distress youths in a portrayal for whats going on right now in the society.

To coincide with the release of the video, Kevin Gates posted a message for his fans on his Instagram account. “In the name of the most gracious most merciful,” he wrote. “Dear Loyal Family. Disallow yourselves to be troubled in my time of absence. All of the great ones who came before and will come after me: Have had to go through this. By this I’m speaking in reference to hardship. A great a person is measured by all of the great test they can undergo and still remain true to who they are. With that being said I’m him. I love you all. In closing I remain the same.”

Despite being in jail for some time now, Kevin Gates manages to remain relevant thanks to some new music released by his label. He is currently working on his new mixtape “By Any Means 2” dropping on September 21st. That project will be the followup to the first installment in the series released in 2015

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Kevin Gates Affiliate Rapper Yung Mazi Shot and Killed In Atlanta

Kevin Gates affiliate rapper Yung Mazi was shot and killed on Sunday night in Atlanta.

Details about the gruesome killing of Yung Mazi are still coming in but so far we’ve learned that the shooting took place in the Kirkwood community of Atlanta. 11Alive reported that cops responded to a 911 call approximately 8:55 p.m. on Sunday. When cops arrived near the intersection of Oakview Road and Hosea L. Williams Drive they found the victim suffering from multiple gunshot wounds. He was later pronounced dead.

Investigators have not released the name of the victim, but friends and family of rapper Yung Mazi have identified him as the dead man. Mazi recently refers to himself as bulletproof after getting shot on December 27, 2016, at a Waffle House in Buckhead. He survived that shooting back then but not this time.

Yung Mazi is signed to Kevin Gates label and has in the past worked with the Baton Rouge rapper. He also previously worked with local Atlanta rappers like Young Thug and Rich Homie Quan. In a recent interview, he claimed that he has been shot at least 10 times and was at one point suffering from a serious brain damage from a gunshot wound to his head.

#TSRAngelz : It has been reported that Rapper (#KevinGates affiliate) #YungMazi was a fatal victim in an #Atlanta shooting tonight. The police have not verified the victim(s) in the shooting but close friends and family confirm his passing . Let's keep his family in our prayers ?? #RestInPeace

A post shared by The Shade Room (@theshaderoom) on Aug 6, 2017 at 11:05pm PDT

UPDATE… My sources tell me the B/M shot & killed tonight up the street from my house tonight on Hosea in KIRKWOOD is rapper YUNG MAZI

— Mike Brooks (@tvdetective) August 7, 2017

Rest In Peace Yung Mazi , You With Allah Now Ahk. ? Today Was a Tragedy

— $carfo Da Plug (@ScarfoDaPlug) August 7, 2017

Damn rest easy Mazi

— TM88 (@TM88) August 7, 2017

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Meek Mill – We Ball (feat. Young Thug)

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah!
RIP Dex Osama, Lil Snupe
All the fallen soldiers
Scooter, Truce

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When they killed my nigga Snupe, I seen my young nigga
In the casket he ain’t even have no blood in him
Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker
Ain’t got no patience for these motherfuckin’ fuck niggas
I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it
But now they all bustin’ U-ies its gon’ cost ’em
I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin (Truce)
Killed his only big brother and we lost him
So I’ma hold it down ’til we all win
We’ve been at the clearport ballin’
I just want to see my niggas flossin’
Hundred bands everytime I walk in
If you keep it trill you’ll get a blessing for it
Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
My mama, she can’t sleep, I come here early mornings (mama)
But mama I got thirty in this dirty .40
Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper
Used to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster
Gotta watch my own homies on the roster
Cause this the type of money’ll get your lined up

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
And I can’t trust nobody
They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
They said that they would ride or die but ain’t nobody roll ’bout it
Three felonies, ain’t graduate, no I am not your role model
I hope the Lord got us

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
When they killed my nigga, I seen the footage on the tape
Man I must’ve threw up everything I ever ate
Man I know he got some dice at the Heaven gates
Kicking shit with all these bitches like he’s Kevin Gates
Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
Selling dog food tryna feed my pups
Young rich nigga and I’m built Ford Tough
And I’m going through stuff
I don’t feel no love
And I shake your body and you still wake up
Taking Perkys, man I fill my cup
The feds watching and they still might come, I’m gone
I wan’ see my brother with the Patek not the static
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
I don’t see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
Lost so many niggas, I went crazy, I couldn’t balance it
You can’t question God, yeah yeah, or any of these challenges
Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
SRT the challengers
Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
And I’m leaning like a project banister
I’m a boss, I ain’t never need a manager, got freaks, we ball scandalous, ayy

[Outro: Young Thug]
Fuck it, we ball, yeah
All the soldiers we lost, yeah
Fuck it, we ball
For all the soldiers we lost
Shawty on percocets in the bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag (all the soldiers we lost)
She just got a nose job and it wasn’t that bad (fuck it, we ball)
I was juggin’ round the city, I came back
Fuck it, we ball
Yeah, fuck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, yeah
Fuck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, ayy

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No love – Kevin Gates lyrics

Lyrics Kevin Gates – No love

What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a b***h who gon’ play her part.(no love)

Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas. (x3)

Break down Swishers with my thumb
At big booty bitches throwin’ ones
Do not give a f**k where niggas from
You not the only one who got a gun
Nigga grew some nuts and now he clutch
Back against the wall I learned to clutch
Jugged up, nigga gotta cut
When it’s time for action why you stuck?
I survived b***h, I know how to dive
I know how to die, when there’s homicide
I could suicide diving out the plane
I will not reside ridin’ for no lame
Niggas want a feature, they gon’ holler Gates
Niggas want protection, they gon’ say my name
Niggas want some fame, stand on side of Gates
I can see the snakes, nigga you too late
I can feel the hate, they gon’ never say
Everything I gave, never gave away
Did it out my hard, have a lovely day
Money any way, f**k who in the way
.. just got a DM from me
You and Dreka ought to have a threesome with me
I won’t tell nobody, I’ma keep it ..
Dickin’ down your partner, never spoke about it.

What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a b***h who gon’ play her part.

Fell out of love
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I ain’t got no love for you niggas. (x3)

Why you h**s blowin’ up my phone want to talk to real niggas?
Got exposed now you on your own, don’t know how to deal with it
Know it’s cold when you on your own, wonder how you live with it
Sold your soul, that’s how it goes nigga, I’ma die a real nigga.

What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a b***h who gon’ play her part.

Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggasss. (x3)
Kevin Gates lyrics
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DJ Kay Slay – Wild Ones Lyrics ft 2 Chainz, Rick Ross & Kevin Gates

DJ Kay Slay – Wild Ones Lyrics ft 2 Chainz, Rick Ross & Kevin Gates

 

DJ Kay Slay brings us a banger for “Wild Ones.”Linking up with none other than 2 Chains, Rick Ross, Kevin Gates and Meet Sims he brings us a hard new track that seriously bumps.

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Lil Durk – Mood Im In (feat. Yfn Lucci) (Love Songs For The Streets Album)

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, the type of mood I’m in, I’m on some fly shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
I feel like pourin’ up a pint, I’ma pour it up you know?
Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD off the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
Yea yea

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Perky in my system I’mma vomit
Trap goin’ crazy and they know I’m the hottest
Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments
Six of Hi tech in my cup never wash it (yeah)
Tell them niggas (pay up)
They be for the first day of school I used to stay up
Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J’s up
Shot my nigga Boonie he ain’t want give his J’s up
I’ve been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby
Me and bro ‘nem too related, never been a groupie hater
Think I’m Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it’s a zoovie baby
The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon’ sue me baby
(Let’s get it!)

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD off the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
Yea yea

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Walk around with yo’ car on my neck
Nigga playin’ we gon’ get his ass wacked
No Instagram but a nigga gotta check
Go get the money we was raised like that
Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man
And Step comin’ home but he can’t get them years back yea
Just got a .30 totin’ standing all day
I got another .30 for ya when I get back
Oh Lord knows that I’m traumatized, the look in my eyes
Lord knows we gon’ terrorize every one of you guys
Oh Lord knows we don’t never, we don’t never put you on the news get you televised now you worldwide

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD off the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
Yea yea

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Vee Tha Rula – Smoke

[Hook]
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
We almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
We almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke

[Verse 1]
Break it down, roll it up, load the pist, burn it up
Night life for a weapon, tires screeching, turn it up
On this gin and tonic, where the chronic, roll the ganja up
Hide the marijuana from my momma in the closet-uhn
Early mornings, late nights, chasin’ money, say somethin’
Kevin Gates, two phones, iPhone, Samsung
Talkin’ to my nigga on the phone and tell him "hang on"
I’ma grab these trophies, take them back to where I came from
Yeah, large king, large Jay
Lost my grandpa one day
It’s like a large Tinashe the next day
Man I’m so blown, I be gettin’ so high, smokin’ all day
Yeah I’m smokin all waaay

[Hook]
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
We almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
We almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke

[Verse 2]
If I lose all this money
And I lose all the honeys
Long as I can smoke
I won’t want for nothin’
I just lost my nigga
He was walkin’, took a stray
My bitch was slapped today
I was down, but the smokin’ lift away
Way up to the sky now, I can see God face
Rockstar with the jeans on, get that beat bomb mayne
Versace glasses, I’m hot boxin’, you can even see my eyes
Feel different with a real nigga, I can help you realize
Yeah, flip on you like a spatula
Five pounds in the Acura
Big blood nigga Dracula
Two middle fingers up to the mothafuckas comin’ my way
Said "I’m smokin all daaay"

[Hook]
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
Almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
We almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke

You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
Almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
We almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke

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Lil Durk – Mood I’m In Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, the type of mood I’m in, I’m on some fly shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
I feel like pourin’ up a pint, I’ma pour it up you know?
Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Perky in my system I’mma vomit
Trap goin’ crazy and they know I’m the hottest
Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments
Sixty high tec in my cup never wash it (yeah)
Tell them niggas (pay up)
They be for the first day of school I used to stay up
Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J’s up
Shot my nigga Boonie he ain’t want give his J’s up
I’ve been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby
(?) too related, never been a groupie hater
Think I’m Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it’s a zoovie baby
The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon’ sue me baby
(Let’s get it!)

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Walk around with yo’ car on my neck
Nigga playin’ we gon’ get his ass wacked
No Instagram but a nigga gotta check
Go get the money we was raised like that
Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man
And Step comin’ home but he can’t get them years back yea
Just got a .30 totin’ standing all day
I got another .30 for ya when I get back
Oh Lord knows that I’m traumatized, the look in my eyes
Lord knows we gon’ terrorize every one of you guys
Oh Lord knows we don’t never, we don’t never put you on the news get you televised now you worldwide

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

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Lil Durk – Mood I’m In (feat. YFN Lucci)

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, the type of mood I’m in, I’m on some fly shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
I feel like pourin’ up a pint, I’ma pour it up you know?
Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Perky in my system I’mma vomit
Trap goin’ crazy and they know I’m the hottest
Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments
Sixty high tec in my cup never wash it (yeah)
Tell them niggas (pay up)
They be for the first day of school I used to stay up
Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J’s up
Shot my nigga Boonie he ain’t want give his J’s up
I’ve been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby
(?) too related, never been a groupie hater
Think I’m Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it’s a zoovie baby
The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon’ sue me baby
(Let’s get it!)

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Walk around with yo’ car on my neck
Nigga playin’ we gon’ get his ass wacked
No Instagram but a nigga gotta check
Go get the money we was raised like that
Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man
And Step comin’ home but he can’t get them years back yea
Just got a .30 totin’ standing all day
I got another .30 for ya when I get back
Oh Lord knows that I’m traumatized, the look in my eyes
Lord knows we gon’ terrorize every one of you guys
Oh Lord knows we don’t never, we don’t never put you on the news get you televised now you worldwide

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

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Lil Bibby feat. Kevin Gates, DeJ Loaf & Lil Durk – You Ain’t Gang (Remix) Lyrics

(Intro – Lil Bibby)
Hey
Why they hating on a younging?
Said why they hating on a younging?

(Chorus – Lil Bibby)
Ni**a you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
You can’t hang, ni**a you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
Ni**a you can’t hang, you can’t hang, hang
You can’t, you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang

(Verse 1 – Lil Bibby)
Bitch I’m an OG, but I’m quick to pull it like a younging
In my pockets, all hundreds, run up on me, bi**h I’m drumming
I was thugging on the corner with my ni**as, came from nothing
F**k these bi**hes, I don’t trust em, I’m a dog, f**k her cousin
They like, Goddamn Bibby why you still on that block s**t?
Get you shot quick round them ni**as I don’t rock with
I seen ni**as turned Christian when they feel that hot s**t
Thought you was a savage, now you on that Lord watch s**t
Give a f**k if you box well, I got hot shells
Drop Ls, pull up back to back and give your block hell
Pistol whip your kids, I’m a demon, I’ma rot in Hell
Do the time, I will not tell like I’m Vondell

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – Lil Durk)
Why you floss, pu**y you ain’t squad, pu**y you ain’t hard
Catch a charge bi**h I’m like a God, Vernie pulled his car
Cracking calls, boy I’d get you robbed, 100 thousand law
Think I’m smart get that baby lost, like my lean dart
ATL, pull up we in dark heard you was a cop, you a opp
Flexing boy don’t start dracos in the car
Me I’m Durk, city hate me worst think they hate me first, it’s a curse
Now it’s me and DeJ, 40 in the purse pussy try us
Yo IG a liar got the streets on light
2 times, say it 2 times bi**h I am a fire
Plain Jane, f**king with the town call em Mary Jane
Street ni**a yeah we gang gang let the chain hang Gang!

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – DeJ Loaf)
Who’s cuz came with em?
Who’s blood came with em?
Seen them ni**as right there, them thugs right there
Go head I’d dare ya
All that talking don’t scare me
We ain’t ask you no questions
Cause we don’t need no answers
Them niggas saucing for real
I’m getting dope for real
This bi**h she bad
This boss for real
We know you talk for real can’t hang with me and my double rings
What they gon with us
Ni**as ain’t fooling us
Choppa with the clip tell me who to bust
Close the door, pull up and ring the doorbell
It’s a full mink, not a Montclair
You a f**king worm and I’m a boss player

(Verse 4 – Kevin Gates)
We don’t run, I’m in charge
Cooked this sauce, selling hard
Went to jail I got off
You was scared to walk the yard
On a big stand on all tens
Caught me drinking
Iron power push a lot of weight
Naw hah you had thought
Breaking down a whole thang ain’t got to stretch it any questions
Ball faze bought for all the Js and I’m bout to bless em
Female entertainers wanna f**k with gangsta, you ain’t special
No karate thord kick spent the TEC with the suppressor
Bread when I’m Mafia stiffing up all Benz
Slide polo road swag I’m making bags with a business
Action passing extension and they acting as a convinct
John Gotti body go in body bag he can zip
Tellscope go on top of the rifle they think I’m trifling
Put ballfield cleats go to locking in like arthritis
Pu**y s**t uninvited how wrong for no invitements
Twisting….on landlords
60 racks slipped, bullshit in the backyard

(Outro – Lil Bibby)
You can’t hang, ni**a, ni**a, you ain’t gang
You can’t hang, hang
You already know, man
Boss gang s**t
Gang