Kevin Gates - Told Me lyrics

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 nigga fuck '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 nigga
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, nigga 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 pussy, he lyin'
We never fought
Scared of a nigga, the yard he never walked
Caught him in the chow hall
Round the free people
Locker full of shit, nigga 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 pile 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' nigga, 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 nigga 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