Right Where I'm Supposed to Be (Explicit) - Kevin Gates
Lyrics by：Kevin Gates
Composed by：Jamil “Millz” Alleyne/Rijhay Derrick Sampson
Produced by：Rijhay Derrick Sampson/Millz
I'm shoppin' with Mills baby
Married my hustle came up out the slums
We eloped with it
Mama look your favorite son a big dop dealer
Told me pick something I'm good at a trophy
The metric-ton load
Safe to say that I'm dop with it
No assumptions
I ain't thinkin' I know it
Cartel where I'm goin'
The fedora brim had a bend
Had the shirt button bust open
Tatted up bad complemented my swag
I'm a brick layer chick give a glance
I'ma **** on her
Find out my partner wan' tap
I can't love on her
Simple you get in your feelings and cuff on her
On this holy divine day I hereby manifest
The big-body all-black
Range Rover Autobiography SV
With the brains blowed out
With the yellow calipers
The same energy in the universe
Is the same energy in me
And with that energy I command it to be
I'm right here where I'm supposed to be
Skilled in some areas shooter like Stephen
If I'm in your area brandish your weapon
I'll send you to heaven without
Second guessin' it
Walkin' off calmly tuck my accessories
New holdin' company we assessin' it
I'm not compromisin' I got out my body
Still apologizin' to my neck and wrist
Newborn baby cryin' had a naked wrist
Ice on my fingers and both of my wrists
My emerald-cut pendants
Don't know what neglection is
Babysit bricks tryna take all my children
The CPS come but they know what protection is
Secret compartment
Don't know where my weapon is woo
Shout out my Mexican woo
I'm in the transport package land
Turn where I stand to a dance floor
She think it's cute love the way I be movin'
Feelin' real groovy don't know
How to dance though
We out in public when we finished eatin'
We interlock fingers
She can't let my hands go
This not a grill I can floss in between 'em
My diamonds be twinklin' whenever I'm speakin'
I'm a big eagle they peep my demeanor
Without even thinkin'
She lovin' my swag though
Facts shout out her old nigga
He did not want her to grow bigger
Mama mama
Your favorite son don't do no trippin'
Bae this my mama mama this bae
Your favorite son a big dop dealer
Say you want grandbabies
I'm 'bout to make you some
Take her home bathe her and dop dick her
Bae you that thang and I'm that thang
We 'bout to make us some dop children
One other thing they not gon'
Ever be dop dealers
I'm right here where I'm supposed to be