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