Hate
Bitches love to talk shit when they see me glow
Pull my highs, grip my lows, you know how it goes
I ain't paper chasin' now I got it on my own
And I ain't ever gonna stop until I'm throne
They say I'm corny, I rap about the same shit
But how am I so corny when y'all hit the fucking twist?
Now watch me dab, pipe it up and stab
Show y'all motherfuckers I can really get it man
I aint stoppin', I'm zoomin' through the dash
I'm aimin' for the cash
I'm tryna count these bands
I ain't tryna be a bum, that's not in the plan
Oh and he's all up in my dm's come and getcho man
Steady grindin' and steady tryna ball out
Had to do this on my own, of course I'm all out
These haters dissin', haters fuckin' dissin'
Piss all on my grave and then go right about they business
Like I ain't matter, like I ain't gotta soul
Like I ain't fuckin' matter in this place you call a home
You say you love me but never fuckin' mean it
Now im sittin' in the dark jus cryin' bout this feelin'
I'm jus tired, I'm always fuckin' tired
Always puttin' on a front just to say I'm number one
In my head, im always in my head
Tryna make a record and sell fuckin' millions man
But I aint stoppin', I'm writin' til I'm dead
These demons in my head, wish upon me death i
I'm sick of all the lonely nights in my room
Man, I wish you could've seen me bloosmin' in June
Was always writin' and always thinkin' of a tune
But now i'm rusty and all up in a fuckin' mood
Locked up in my room, always feelin' blue
I'm always feelin' blue
Pull my highs, grip my lows, you know how it goes
I ain't paper chasin' now I got it on my own
And I ain't ever gonna stop until I'm throne
They say I'm corny, I rap about the same shit
But how am I so corny when y'all hit the fucking twist?
Now watch me dab, pipe it up and stab
Show y'all motherfuckers I can really get it man
I aint stoppin', I'm zoomin' through the dash
I'm aimin' for the cash
I'm tryna count these bands
I ain't tryna be a bum, that's not in the plan
Oh and he's all up in my dm's come and getcho man
Steady grindin' and steady tryna ball out
Had to do this on my own, of course I'm all out
These haters dissin', haters fuckin' dissin'
Piss all on my grave and then go right about they business
Like I ain't matter, like I ain't gotta soul
Like I ain't fuckin' matter in this place you call a home
You say you love me but never fuckin' mean it
Now im sittin' in the dark jus cryin' bout this feelin'
I'm jus tired, I'm always fuckin' tired
Always puttin' on a front just to say I'm number one
In my head, im always in my head
Tryna make a record and sell fuckin' millions man
But I aint stoppin', I'm writin' til I'm dead
These demons in my head, wish upon me death i
I'm sick of all the lonely nights in my room
Man, I wish you could've seen me bloosmin' in June
Was always writin' and always thinkin' of a tune
But now i'm rusty and all up in a fuckin' mood
Locked up in my room, always feelin' blue
I'm always feelin' blue
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Writer(s): Sophia Robledo
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