Lyrics of 'No Option (feat. Kevin Gates)' by Internet Money

[Kevin Gates]
Know what I've been going through lately?
Sometimes I, I get depressed, I might overeat or 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

Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell or the block or the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up, throw away the key
They don't care about a nigga like me so I
Stack it up, I got this shit poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option

I had just finished a prison stench
Without the presumption of innocence
The system don't 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 a thousand miles away
Christian Louboutin, I got my spikes on now
Fall off in the morning, look like Girls Gone Wild
I'm in Chiraq and you know how I'm livin'
I'm warning 'em in, it's a dangerous city
I'm still tryna see where the fuck I fit in
When all that I did was get caught with a pistol
Chief 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
Went to trial in federal court, knowing I was gon' lose
Even when the verdict got rendered, I'll still be a bread winner

Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell or the block or the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up, throw away the key
They don't care about a nigga like me so I
Stack it up, I got this shit poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option

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 look at me and whispered
You gotta get better control of your businesses
Quit being stubborn whenever you suffer
The people that suffer the most are your children
Flew her in from Houston, got my ice on now
Lick on her lil' body till the lights go out
A victim of circumstance, in my section I'm labeled a shooter
People that don't even know me
So how in the fuck they controlling my future?
All of the people who matter be smilin'
I know that they proud of me
Holdin' it down up the road in the pen
Everybody that doubted me
Flew baby in from Houston, got my ice on now
Lick on her lil' body till the lights go out

Real ones know the shoes that I walk in
Had to make it out, I had no option
Hit the cell or the block or the coffin
Had to make it out, I had no option
Lock me up, throw away the key
They don't care about a nigga like me so I
Stack it up, I got this shit poppin'
Had to make it out, I had no option (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Till the lights go down
You know sometimes I—
I— I— I get— I get depressed, you know, and 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
And I fly baby in from Houston, got my ice on now
Lick on her lil' body till the lights go down
Till the lights go down, oh
Hahahaha
Raw! Keep that