Told Me

Hate-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 **** fuck 'em, I come up from nothin'

Bad dreams, heart cold, sick of lookin' out

Best **** slow to major and they lookin' frowned

Goin' shoppin', buyin' belts, even helped 'em out

You was not real, ****, you dependin' if your loyalty is bought

It's sold to the highest bidder

Black-black bitch ****, 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, help them bond out

We play the game well, I'm confused by the news

I don't pick and choose

Every day ready for death, ****, 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 ****, the yard he never walked

Caught him in the chow hall 'round the free people

Locker full of shit, ****, I can feed people

Penitentiary rich, got phones in the line

BWA, I was strong in the mind

Drecka come and visit, got richer, just let it pow

Julio I miss you, just hit me when you get out

Free throw shot to Kiety right on consignment could get him out

I don't wanna touch 'em, test somethin' ****, 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'mma step

Y'all praise a bitch **** 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

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