Love the Hatred
Clean as they kids when they momma get they income tax
Fresh as a newborn rocking with my tool on huh
We come from foster homes and group homes
Now I'm pulling up in coups with the roof gone
High yellow with me, eyes look like Sue Young
Thick thighs and her ass deserve a high five
I'm that mob guy connect call him WIFI
Want beef I can turn it into five guys
We make home runs rock the beat line drive
Used to rock yay but I'm plugged on the loud now
Niggas hacking and them chumps about to foul out
Moms in the front row crying her eyes out
In the trenches with these serpents trying to climb out
From where ya friend a knock ya off life timed out
Serving the comp something vicious call a time out
Got this iron on me, come and get your problems ironed out
They love to hate it but I love the hatred
They love to hate it but I love the hatred
Ain't no room for that perping why you keep on faking
Old broad was a fraud I let that hoe make it
Yeah, yeah I love the hatred
They love to hate it but I love the hatred
Ain't no room for that perping why you keep on faking
Best friend snaked me out I let that nigga make it
Running with some grizzlies Sharef Abdul Raheem
Stay on my grizzly out to get it by all means
To get my first rack a nigga served 20 fiends
Crazy that was back when I had hoop dreams
Traded my hoop dreams for coke dreams
Still feeling like a nigga made it to the league
Haters can't keep up they looking fatigued
Talking dollar signs then you got me intrigued
Graduate of the streets ain't get a degree
Ain't make it to prom was in my kitchen cutting D
My presence is a luxury
I don't got time to be around the fuckery
Land full of suckas but I stay sucka free
Mini 14 all the accessories
Used to sell rocks now they in my timepiece
Ladies hear my voice then they reach for they centerpiece
They love to hate it but I love the hatred
They love to hate it but I love the hatred
Ain't no room for that perping why you keep on faking
Old broad was a fraud I let that hoe make it
Yeah, yeah I love the hatred
They love to hate it but I love the hatred
Ain't no room for that perping why you keep on faking
Best friend snaked me out I let that nigga make it
Fresh as a newborn rocking with my tool on huh
We come from foster homes and group homes
Now I'm pulling up in coups with the roof gone
High yellow with me, eyes look like Sue Young
Thick thighs and her ass deserve a high five
I'm that mob guy connect call him WIFI
Want beef I can turn it into five guys
We make home runs rock the beat line drive
Used to rock yay but I'm plugged on the loud now
Niggas hacking and them chumps about to foul out
Moms in the front row crying her eyes out
In the trenches with these serpents trying to climb out
From where ya friend a knock ya off life timed out
Serving the comp something vicious call a time out
Got this iron on me, come and get your problems ironed out
They love to hate it but I love the hatred
They love to hate it but I love the hatred
Ain't no room for that perping why you keep on faking
Old broad was a fraud I let that hoe make it
Yeah, yeah I love the hatred
They love to hate it but I love the hatred
Ain't no room for that perping why you keep on faking
Best friend snaked me out I let that nigga make it
Running with some grizzlies Sharef Abdul Raheem
Stay on my grizzly out to get it by all means
To get my first rack a nigga served 20 fiends
Crazy that was back when I had hoop dreams
Traded my hoop dreams for coke dreams
Still feeling like a nigga made it to the league
Haters can't keep up they looking fatigued
Talking dollar signs then you got me intrigued
Graduate of the streets ain't get a degree
Ain't make it to prom was in my kitchen cutting D
My presence is a luxury
I don't got time to be around the fuckery
Land full of suckas but I stay sucka free
Mini 14 all the accessories
Used to sell rocks now they in my timepiece
Ladies hear my voice then they reach for they centerpiece
They love to hate it but I love the hatred
They love to hate it but I love the hatred
Ain't no room for that perping why you keep on faking
Old broad was a fraud I let that hoe make it
Yeah, yeah I love the hatred
They love to hate it but I love the hatred
Ain't no room for that perping why you keep on faking
Best friend snaked me out I let that nigga make it
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Writer(s): Charvez Johnson
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