[Chorus: A1 Wissel]
Through all the times in my life
Through all the things that's not right
I need to know
Who's got love for me?
[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
It's kind of cold coming up
Outside looking in
When my room and my clothes and my shoes look like shit
Couldn't understand, they don't look in my direction
But the money made it make sense
They look in my direction
It's crooked in my section
Everybody gossiping
People show me love trying to make some dollars off of me
Let me lose my voice bitch
Your ho will stop calling me
Rap game, trap game
Dope will commodity
My folks broke a car for me
Order be mislead
Family pointing fingers now they boarder me for bread
Ain't nothing let me say it
Fuck me a nigga
Hard to trust my own blood
How could I trust me a nigga
A lady once told me, you dying to go to hell
Nigga trying to get rich, not trying to go to jail
So when love gets shown it's hard to find with it
I'm really mentally torn, can't identify with it
Through all the times in my life
Through all the things that's not right
I need to know
Who's got love for me?
[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
It's kind of cold coming up
Outside looking in
When my room and my clothes and my shoes look like shit
Couldn't understand, they don't look in my direction
But the money made it make sense
They look in my direction
It's crooked in my section
Everybody gossiping
People show me love trying to make some dollars off of me
Let me lose my voice bitch
Your ho will stop calling me
Rap game, trap game
Dope will commodity
My folks broke a car for me
Order be mislead
Family pointing fingers now they boarder me for bread
Ain't nothing let me say it
Fuck me a nigga
Hard to trust my own blood
How could I trust me a nigga
A lady once told me, you dying to go to hell
Nigga trying to get rich, not trying to go to jail
So when love gets shown it's hard to find with it
I'm really mentally torn, can't identify with it
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