Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Told Me, artist - Kevin Gates. Album song Islah, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bread Winners' Association
Song language: English
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 |
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 |