Hate on Me
Why you wanna hate on me
I'm just out her in these streets
Why you wanna hate on me
I got a family to i'm just trying eat
Why you wanna hate me
We all got a struggle, you just blinded by the hate
Why you wanna hate on me
It's plenty of money, you just gotta make ya plate
I'm in the same boat, you hating on the wrong man
All I had was my momma, never had a helping hand
Northend raise me, ogs made me
Showed me how tote a gun, showed me how 2 be a man
Never had a father figure, had to get it from the streets
Kill or be killed, that was the code in the streets
It's cold in the D, at 15 I had my heat
With no hesitation, I put a nigga 6 feet
Everybody getting money, while im just struggling
Had to stay humble, while everybody bubbling
18 I got shot, my thigh was so hot
Can't believe all my sins got me pop
I Looked up in the sky and ask God for a change
If you want to make it out, then you gotta switch lanes
Never knew doing good, can cause so much pain
All my hood niggas ain't look at me the same
I was so lost, thinking why I'm living for
Suicide thoughts, I don't wanna live no more
A blessing in disguise, damn I got a baby girl
Never ask why, on God, I'mma show the world
Yea I'm getting money, but you'll don't see the other side
My brother got shot, ain't to many homies down 2 ride
If you get shot, best believe I'm the first to slide
Scary ass niggas, when its pressure you gone run and hide
You ain't never know, 4 years I been homeless right
Sleeping in my car, gun close, and i grip tight
Fighting all my demons, ask the lord can shed some light
Keep my kids smiling, they will never see a struggle life
Why you wanna hate on me
I'm just out her in these streets
Why you wanna hate on me
I got a family to i'm just trying eat
Why you wanna hate me
We all got a struggle, you just blinded by the hate
Why you wanna hate on me
It's plenty of money, you just gotta make ya plate
I miss birthdays, cuz I'm striving for a better life
My pride, want let a bitch nigga play me twice
You miss the money stacking, before I got the ice
You hang around fuck niggas, so they rob you twice
I looked up to yall, but now I got the spot light
No heat up in the house, don't tell me bout no cold night
I'm my own man, don't tell me who I look like
Black man living, every day I gotta fight
It cost to be a boss, that's why I'm a king homie
Raised in the slums, my goals just a little bigger
The streets made me heartless, ain't scared to pull the trigger
No matter if you rich, you still labeled as a nigga
College days, going back and forth on the bus
It was days, I was feeling like giving up
Winter nights, got rob getting off the bus
I'm broke to, motherfucker I ain't got much
You don't know half the shit, that I had to go through
Got it on my own, so I never had to owe you
I'm trying to make it to, I ain't never been rich
I was ace in the hood, I ain't never been mitch
Bitch, I was just waiting for the come up
Sleepless nights, I was writing to sun up
In that booth, I couldn't wait to go the fuck off
You see me now, I'm a motherfucking show off
I went from loon, now world call me King Tel
Look me in my eyes, can't tell me I ain't seen hell
All my life, I was told I was going fail
I do it for my daughters, so please God, dont let me fail
Why you wanna hate on me
I'm just out her in these streets
Why you wanna hate on me
I got a family to i'm just trying eat
Why you wanna hate me
We all got a struggle, you just blinded by the hate
Why you wanna hate on me
It's plenty of money, you just gotta make ya plate
I'm just out her in these streets
Why you wanna hate on me
I got a family to i'm just trying eat
Why you wanna hate me
We all got a struggle, you just blinded by the hate
Why you wanna hate on me
It's plenty of money, you just gotta make ya plate
I'm in the same boat, you hating on the wrong man
All I had was my momma, never had a helping hand
Northend raise me, ogs made me
Showed me how tote a gun, showed me how 2 be a man
Never had a father figure, had to get it from the streets
Kill or be killed, that was the code in the streets
It's cold in the D, at 15 I had my heat
With no hesitation, I put a nigga 6 feet
Everybody getting money, while im just struggling
Had to stay humble, while everybody bubbling
18 I got shot, my thigh was so hot
Can't believe all my sins got me pop
I Looked up in the sky and ask God for a change
If you want to make it out, then you gotta switch lanes
Never knew doing good, can cause so much pain
All my hood niggas ain't look at me the same
I was so lost, thinking why I'm living for
Suicide thoughts, I don't wanna live no more
A blessing in disguise, damn I got a baby girl
Never ask why, on God, I'mma show the world
Yea I'm getting money, but you'll don't see the other side
My brother got shot, ain't to many homies down 2 ride
If you get shot, best believe I'm the first to slide
Scary ass niggas, when its pressure you gone run and hide
You ain't never know, 4 years I been homeless right
Sleeping in my car, gun close, and i grip tight
Fighting all my demons, ask the lord can shed some light
Keep my kids smiling, they will never see a struggle life
Why you wanna hate on me
I'm just out her in these streets
Why you wanna hate on me
I got a family to i'm just trying eat
Why you wanna hate me
We all got a struggle, you just blinded by the hate
Why you wanna hate on me
It's plenty of money, you just gotta make ya plate
I miss birthdays, cuz I'm striving for a better life
My pride, want let a bitch nigga play me twice
You miss the money stacking, before I got the ice
You hang around fuck niggas, so they rob you twice
I looked up to yall, but now I got the spot light
No heat up in the house, don't tell me bout no cold night
I'm my own man, don't tell me who I look like
Black man living, every day I gotta fight
It cost to be a boss, that's why I'm a king homie
Raised in the slums, my goals just a little bigger
The streets made me heartless, ain't scared to pull the trigger
No matter if you rich, you still labeled as a nigga
College days, going back and forth on the bus
It was days, I was feeling like giving up
Winter nights, got rob getting off the bus
I'm broke to, motherfucker I ain't got much
You don't know half the shit, that I had to go through
Got it on my own, so I never had to owe you
I'm trying to make it to, I ain't never been rich
I was ace in the hood, I ain't never been mitch
Bitch, I was just waiting for the come up
Sleepless nights, I was writing to sun up
In that booth, I couldn't wait to go the fuck off
You see me now, I'm a motherfucking show off
I went from loon, now world call me King Tel
Look me in my eyes, can't tell me I ain't seen hell
All my life, I was told I was going fail
I do it for my daughters, so please God, dont let me fail
Why you wanna hate on me
I'm just out her in these streets
Why you wanna hate on me
I got a family to i'm just trying eat
Why you wanna hate me
We all got a struggle, you just blinded by the hate
Why you wanna hate on me
It's plenty of money, you just gotta make ya plate
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Writer(s): Martel Bates
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