Da Hated
Boss lemme talk to him
Huh
Fuck ducking drug enforcement
Tryna turn my niggas to Doug Morrises
Put 'em in position, become bosses
Writings on the wall, when spitting I hung portraits
Waves spinning, I'm dumb nauseous
If you got a few sitting I want more of it
Never take the first number the judge offers
I'm in the Gucci store right under the Trump office
Are you living or you existing?
Gotta start living, can't be resistant
No matter how you get it just be persistent
Consistent, from not become a statistic
Realistic, no lie
I'm at these niggas necks and I'm gifted, bow tie
Claiming you the best, what you sniffing? Bro high
Sugar Ray Leonard, it be hitting like no mas, hah
Shame on a nigga, they tryna run game on a nigga
Like I ain't learn the game from a nigga
Ready to cock back and aim on a nigga
Dropping the top back in the rain on a nigga
Rims bending the corners, bad bitches is on us
Breaking day with the hitters, hit dirty kitchen in the morning
Breaking haze in the swisher, that piff be having me yawning
Niggas claiming they with you, until it's raining and storming
That fake shit, smile up in your face shit
Get around niggas and always saying some hate shit
How you been eating? Ain't never hand 'em a plate shit
Always see you speeding, up down the block in the spaceship
Hoodie on, BAPE fit, my blood on his ape shit
Clip will go bananas on any tree that he shake with
Feds in the cameras, they tryna peep every payment
Move like Sopranos we only speak in the basement
Check my bank statements, while I stay patient
Niggas ain't playing, be careful who you play with
Huh, you think shit a game
Got stopped by Police, gave a different name
Had my OG give me different game
Before my face was on the piece of a nigga chain
Wish y'all could feel a nigga pain
Climbing out the hole like the nigga Bane
Got a condo, a crib in Wayne
Nothing around but mansions, got me feeling strange
Born crazy, late 80's and I'm still insane
From the streets, if you listen closely you can hear the train
My man got me vexed like fuck a friendship
Throw 80 at a nigga Mercedes and watch the Benz flip
My coach told me I was a loser and wouldn't win shit
Now I got twin chicks on my dick begging to French kiss
Still got my Gem Star, deflate all that gym shit
Buck fifty work your face out, permanent grin shit
I used to keep a negative vibe, was on some Grinch shit
Skimp a lil work off the top, I used to pinch shit
Uh, I just got off a jail call, an hour long
Feds be listening so we kicking it with the shower on
These niggas acid, I'm cocaine in powder form
Watch his body drop, then we pulled off knocking Quiet Storm
Yellow butter soft, I'm feeling like Ike Love
Everybody pull up with choppers, shit like a bike club
Lately I just come up with this shit, ain't gotta write much
I'm focused, niggas with no direction will fuck your life up
It's orchestrated, how the fuck these niggas afford to hate it?
Smoke with the dead, I might walk inside a morgue and blaze it
These are scriptures, all my verses are more than sacred
It's levels to this, you ain't never heard no Porches racing
You ain't never been 'round no bitches that's more than basic
The coke weak, don't trust the plug, then you oughta taste it
Put it on your gum, see how quick it numb
Your bitch stressed, she keep telling me 'bout how quick you cum
When I think of the illest, I figure Big and Pun
Put a fork in him, this nigga done, go get a gun
Fighting ain't like you, confused, why would they hype you?
Nigga you Ron Harper, out here acting like Michael
This what the life do, my past women spiteful
But fuck it, we got baking soda, let's see what this ice do
My man he just got his house I'm 'bout to send a kite through
Don't come around, I ain't invite you
I used to do Mauri gators, them shits will bite you
Don't nobody touch no money 'til the dice move
Just keep it tall, your mans sit and you see his call
Bitches talking bout Dave East from London to Edenwald
I ain't scared of death, when I sleep, me and the Reaper talk
Fresh out public housing, this life is better than we'd a thought
I want you off this Earth then we don't need to talk
Same rules apply, baby, she ain't fucking then she can walk
Huh
Fuck ducking drug enforcement
Tryna turn my niggas to Doug Morrises
Put 'em in position, become bosses
Writings on the wall, when spitting I hung portraits
Waves spinning, I'm dumb nauseous
If you got a few sitting I want more of it
Never take the first number the judge offers
I'm in the Gucci store right under the Trump office
Are you living or you existing?
Gotta start living, can't be resistant
No matter how you get it just be persistent
Consistent, from not become a statistic
Realistic, no lie
I'm at these niggas necks and I'm gifted, bow tie
Claiming you the best, what you sniffing? Bro high
Sugar Ray Leonard, it be hitting like no mas, hah
Shame on a nigga, they tryna run game on a nigga
Like I ain't learn the game from a nigga
Ready to cock back and aim on a nigga
Dropping the top back in the rain on a nigga
Rims bending the corners, bad bitches is on us
Breaking day with the hitters, hit dirty kitchen in the morning
Breaking haze in the swisher, that piff be having me yawning
Niggas claiming they with you, until it's raining and storming
That fake shit, smile up in your face shit
Get around niggas and always saying some hate shit
How you been eating? Ain't never hand 'em a plate shit
Always see you speeding, up down the block in the spaceship
Hoodie on, BAPE fit, my blood on his ape shit
Clip will go bananas on any tree that he shake with
Feds in the cameras, they tryna peep every payment
Move like Sopranos we only speak in the basement
Check my bank statements, while I stay patient
Niggas ain't playing, be careful who you play with
Huh, you think shit a game
Got stopped by Police, gave a different name
Had my OG give me different game
Before my face was on the piece of a nigga chain
Wish y'all could feel a nigga pain
Climbing out the hole like the nigga Bane
Got a condo, a crib in Wayne
Nothing around but mansions, got me feeling strange
Born crazy, late 80's and I'm still insane
From the streets, if you listen closely you can hear the train
My man got me vexed like fuck a friendship
Throw 80 at a nigga Mercedes and watch the Benz flip
My coach told me I was a loser and wouldn't win shit
Now I got twin chicks on my dick begging to French kiss
Still got my Gem Star, deflate all that gym shit
Buck fifty work your face out, permanent grin shit
I used to keep a negative vibe, was on some Grinch shit
Skimp a lil work off the top, I used to pinch shit
Uh, I just got off a jail call, an hour long
Feds be listening so we kicking it with the shower on
These niggas acid, I'm cocaine in powder form
Watch his body drop, then we pulled off knocking Quiet Storm
Yellow butter soft, I'm feeling like Ike Love
Everybody pull up with choppers, shit like a bike club
Lately I just come up with this shit, ain't gotta write much
I'm focused, niggas with no direction will fuck your life up
It's orchestrated, how the fuck these niggas afford to hate it?
Smoke with the dead, I might walk inside a morgue and blaze it
These are scriptures, all my verses are more than sacred
It's levels to this, you ain't never heard no Porches racing
You ain't never been 'round no bitches that's more than basic
The coke weak, don't trust the plug, then you oughta taste it
Put it on your gum, see how quick it numb
Your bitch stressed, she keep telling me 'bout how quick you cum
When I think of the illest, I figure Big and Pun
Put a fork in him, this nigga done, go get a gun
Fighting ain't like you, confused, why would they hype you?
Nigga you Ron Harper, out here acting like Michael
This what the life do, my past women spiteful
But fuck it, we got baking soda, let's see what this ice do
My man he just got his house I'm 'bout to send a kite through
Don't come around, I ain't invite you
I used to do Mauri gators, them shits will bite you
Don't nobody touch no money 'til the dice move
Just keep it tall, your mans sit and you see his call
Bitches talking bout Dave East from London to Edenwald
I ain't scared of death, when I sleep, me and the Reaper talk
Fresh out public housing, this life is better than we'd a thought
I want you off this Earth then we don't need to talk
Same rules apply, baby, she ain't fucking then she can walk
Credits
Writer(s): Teeyon Isiah Winfree, David Brewster Jr.
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