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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamil Tajh Alleyne
Jamil Tajh Alleyne
Songwriter
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Millz
Millz
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dan Weston
Dan Weston
Mixing Engineer

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 (?) 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 Black 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 buyin' all these 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 to God 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 Drecka come and visit got richer just pow Julio I miss you, just hit me when you get out Free throw shot to (?) 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
Writer(s): Kevin Gilyard, Jamil Tajh Alleyne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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