Listen to “Told Me” from Kevin Gates debut album Islah.

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50 COMMENTS

  1. Gettin' my bail on, swell on, far from a rookie
    I spit in your face and look at ya, dare ya to say somethin' to me
    Temper tantrum, smash random, quick to put you in a casket
    The fool that run up is that fool to get his ass kicked
    {???} you the ones, it's an open invitation
    These ass-kickings I'm dishin', they got no discrimination
    Patience, long gone, I'ma, chalkin' em off
    Walkin' up, bombin' on sight 'cause I'm through talkin' to y'all
    Hands up, loc, I'm lit up, fed up, ready to bust, shakin' 'em up
    Wettin' 'em up, slangin' these knuckles, cameras, I'm gettin' 'em up
    Raised on the turf where we slay for the turf
    And I'm the realest rider to walk the face of this earth
    Strapped you best to be, ain't no standin' next to me
    Checkin' me, thought I warned you cowards about testin' me
    Pressin' me, see the game of pain, yo I'ma plug it
    I'm so rugged, shhhh, I'm cold blooded

  2. 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
    Bitch 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 shared the same cell, helped 'em borrow
    Now they 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 (?) 'round the freak people
    Locker full of shit, nigga I can feed people
    Penitentiary rich, got phones in the line
    BWA, I was strong in the mind
    Drinker come and visit got richer just let it 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

  3. this song is nothing but inspiration for a Memphis guy like me that's why I wrote a song similar on my channel thanks Kevin Gates keep doing your thing

  4. Tracks like these show that you don’t have to like this nigga as a person you don’t have to like what he do when where why An how but the music contains the message

  5. The best lyrics that anyone wrote, fucking gates yo……is there anyway to explain or explain or it explain…. fucking gates… one word…he's going to be a hard ass hitta in the game……….. gates's going to be up there with legends, pac,eazy……. he's on fire…..

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