Kevin Gates - Who's Got Love For Me lyrics

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Kevin Gates - Who's Got Love For Me lyrics

[Hook: 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 sh** 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 b**h 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 f** me a n***a Hard to trust my own blood How could I trust me a n***a A lady once told me, you dying to go to hell n***a 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 [Hook: 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? [x2] [Verse 2: Wissel] If it wasn't for these [?] I can't recall when I was broke that you co*ks**ers [?] Or when I was locked you sent me change to buy a soap Now every mother f**er want to call me they round They heard how I sound now everybody want to be down I ain't the same n***a but I bless them like a rapper Lord knows I [?] the name of Jesus get the [?] Before I grab this weapon, [?] You better tell them Kevin, in the South I'm a legend And I'm bout what I'm about Inside and out The sh** I speak about make a real n***a shout Loves a strong thing Smoking a show Love me a [?] That's the way love goes [x5] n***a [Hook: 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? [x2] [Verse 3: Kevin Gates] GET EM' GATES Kevin Gates got arrested Heard he's on his way to jail I ain't tryna hate That n***a fake I hope he stay in jail Know he can fight and his girl doing bad Man keep holding your nuts I know n***as don't like me Moaning around me flyer than your whole life be Pints getting poured up Lean getting roasted Shirts at the concert Drink getting toasted Dreads hang neatly and the belt game lethal Gurt getting dead and the health came freely Confusing for a minute thinking hatred ain't needed Mind state in a blind state and mine ain't greedy n***a gave me access, bricks coming through Doing chickens like my women I could flip one with you Got my people out the way I'ma sit on a few Man n***a gave me access, them bricks coming through Oh forgot I said that, ok whips coming through BELIEVE THAT