Hated
Look
I've been hated, everyday faded
The complication, when your feet start racing
Not many people know the work it takes
To get famous
Sitting all sedated
Flow dangerous, will get you levitated
No need for meditation, in the studio basement
They rude; for that they get amazement
One day, in their face will be a Billboard placement! (Yeah, yeah)
Say shit, I take it
I'm a needle in the haystack, just trying to make it
Yo girl; you're my baby
But you're someone else's too, so tonight I'ma be with you
Break it down, let me see you move
The audience is won, you gotta help me groove
Gimme a smooch, your lips so tasteful
My time with you
Is irreplaceable
What's the word
What's the word
What's the word?
Fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard!
Have you found out who you are
Where you been; Where you going to
Have you found out what you want
What you need; What you tryna do
Have you found out where you're from
What's your roots; What's your history
Have you found out who's your rock
Holds you down. To infinity
You say I lost my mind
That i'm crazy, that I'm shady
I told you I don't got time; I don't have time
I don't spend time enough
I love you, why would I lie
Sometimes I lie
But why would I lie right now
You told me, I act like you blind
I just can't help myself
Just gimme some bail
Need some leeway
Need no one else, you the key to my safe
Son of the mouse, but no rats over here
Got change in my pouch
Always watching my rear
Addicted to mirrors, narcissist in my ways
But I don't get narcy, anxiety pays
Business is slow
Man, I ain't getting laid
But what can I say? What can I say
Have you found out who you are
Where you been; Where you going to
Have you found out what you want
What you need; What you tryna do
Have you found out where you're from
What's your roots; What's your history
Have you found out who's your rock
Holds you down. To infinity
The night is young, so we party hard
Reminiscing about different teachings that we hear at large
Down the valley where the talk is soft
I got these visions of Cali, but these hoes
Yeah, they talk too much
They talking junk, they sound like Robert Munch
I got a hunch
On Mars I landed, spit bars don't plan it
All I do is, just
Try to manage
I've been hated, everyday faded
The complication, when your feet start racing
Not many people know the work it takes
To get famous
Sitting all sedated
Flow dangerous, will get you levitated
No need for meditation, in the studio basement
They rude; for that they get amazement
One day, in their face will be a Billboard placement! (Yeah, yeah)
Say shit, I take it
I'm a needle in the haystack, just trying to make it
Yo girl; you're my baby
But you're someone else's too, so tonight I'ma be with you
Break it down, let me see you move
The audience is won, you gotta help me groove
Gimme a smooch, your lips so tasteful
My time with you
Is irreplaceable
What's the word
What's the word
What's the word?
Fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard!
Have you found out who you are
Where you been; Where you going to
Have you found out what you want
What you need; What you tryna do
Have you found out where you're from
What's your roots; What's your history
Have you found out who's your rock
Holds you down. To infinity
You say I lost my mind
That i'm crazy, that I'm shady
I told you I don't got time; I don't have time
I don't spend time enough
I love you, why would I lie
Sometimes I lie
But why would I lie right now
You told me, I act like you blind
I just can't help myself
Just gimme some bail
Need some leeway
Need no one else, you the key to my safe
Son of the mouse, but no rats over here
Got change in my pouch
Always watching my rear
Addicted to mirrors, narcissist in my ways
But I don't get narcy, anxiety pays
Business is slow
Man, I ain't getting laid
But what can I say? What can I say
Have you found out who you are
Where you been; Where you going to
Have you found out what you want
What you need; What you tryna do
Have you found out where you're from
What's your roots; What's your history
Have you found out who's your rock
Holds you down. To infinity
The night is young, so we party hard
Reminiscing about different teachings that we hear at large
Down the valley where the talk is soft
I got these visions of Cali, but these hoes
Yeah, they talk too much
They talking junk, they sound like Robert Munch
I got a hunch
On Mars I landed, spit bars don't plan it
All I do is, just
Try to manage
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Writer(s): Jahzion Angus Neil
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