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 nothing 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 helped 'em out (helped 'em out)
You is not real, nigga, you dependin' if your loyalty is bought
It sold to the highest bidder
Block-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 shared the same cell, helped 'em 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 piece gangster Reezy, I miss you, 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, shout to Kyrie, right on assignment, could get him now
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, split open your chest
Rubber band up, never seen it, I'm a skeptic
Y'all praise a bitch nigga, man, 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, yeah, 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