Told Me
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Told Me
Help me baby
Hate the way I'm feelin', pain killers in the cup
Pray to God I wanna end it, seems I don't believe in much
Nobody did nothin' for me when I'm on my knuckles
Quick to tell a ni*** f*** 'em, I come up from nothin'
Bad dreams, heart cold, sick of lookin' out
Best niggas slow to major and they lookin' frowned
Goin' shoppin', buyin' belts, even help them out
You was not real ni***, you dependin' if your loyalty is bought
It's sold to the highest bidder
Block bitch niggas number never reconsider
I was born a god but I finally got the picture
Couldn't mingle with the peasants, you too good for that, you different
Smilin' in your face, they see you stumble, they'll kick you
Work hard, trap by myself, I don't kick it
Turn my nose up, sick of fuckin' with you bitches
Hate the way I'm feelin', pain killers in the cup
Pray to God I wanna end it seems I don't believe in much
Searchin' for love in the wrong places
Now I'm givin' up, suicide been contemplated, think I really had enough
I think I really had enough
Wanna believe all the lies that they told me, that they told me
Wanna believe all the lies that they told me, that they told me
We share the same cell, help them bond out we play the game well, I'm confused by the news
I don't pick and choose
Everyday ready for death, ni*** win or lose
Brains blowed out, I'm still goin' to court
Rest in peace Gangster Reezy, I miss ya, swear to God
Marquise got murdered two weeks after we talked
That other boy pu***, he lyin', we never fought
Scared of a ni***, the yard he never walked
Caught him in the chow hall round the free people
Locker full of shit, ni*** I can feed people
Penitentiary rich, got phones in the line
BWA, I was strong in the mind
Dreka come and visit got richer just let it pow
Julio I miss you, just hit me when you get out
Free throw shot to Kyrie right on consignment could get him out
I don't want to touch 'em, test somethin' ni***, we swap it out
Bullet after bullet after bullet after bullet
Walked down out the cut stand up in your chest
Rubber band up, never seen it, I'm a skeptic
Ya'll praise a bitch ni*** but I still ain't get it yet
Hate the way I'm feelin', pain killers in the cup
Pray to God I wanna end it seems I don't believe in much
Searchin' for love in the wrong places
Now I'm givin' up, suicide been contemplated, think I really had enough
I think I really had enough
Wanna believe all the lies that they told me, that they told me
Wanna believe all the lies that they told me, that they told me
Hate the way I'm feelin', pain killers in the cup
Pray to God I wanna end it seems I don't believe in much
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Biografía de Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates: De las Calles de Baton Rouge a la Cima del Hip-Hop