Hate Me Now (feat. Manny & AP)
I see these niggas plotting and throwing smut on my name
Saying they tryna link and my niggas breaking the chains
You niggas bad sports
Pulled up in the black ford
Then shot from half court, wave goodbye like my name was Dame
They saying Manny bout to rap oh he gone change the game
Well I came to build the brand, nigga fuck the fame
That's the M E T H O D
All you niggas know
I came to bring the pain
Rapping wasn't on the list of shit to go to plan
Trying to spend a mill on a Mille, don't need a couple grand
They sneak dissing
They keep wishing
These boys a bunch of fans
I peeped talk
We street walk
I brought the rusty can
It's the bars that's really bout to put the stint to niggas
I know a few that sold they soul to be a trending nigga
Goofies fake for pictures
They say they pimping nigga
I just copped a crib, y'all ain't really winning nigga
Hop on anybody's beat
Slice it up
That's a massacre
Niggas lying to the masses like the fucking pastor does
Sit back, pass the dutch, never pass in the clutch
Niggas passive for what, we active enough
Tryna stack these bills, niggas know it's money on my mind
Ain't shit funny man I'm just embracing this grind
Ima take my time, put in work till I shine
Gotta make something shake
Cause you know we ain't safe
In this crooked cursed land they call the United States
It's like Kdot said money trees the best place for shade
And that's word up, even though it's blood on the leaves
Feeling like we in the matrix, no Keanu Reeves
I got bars on standby
Got bars up my sleeve
Just feed me more beats bet I break em down with ease
I'm a hip hop technician, peep the expertise
With the ignorance getting louder, I just let my craft speak
This that manny hit my phone
He like that inner city type beat
Yes I like designer but
I am not a hypebeast
Stay away from drama nigga
Focused on my commas nigga
Fuck a pre madonna
Let me catch her when she feisty
I see I'm the topic in yo most hated conversations
I guess you hate me
Cause you hate yourself
That's correlation
I get the money
Then I pass the wealth
That's generations
They tried to tell me not to do it
But I did it
All you talk about is me
My biggest fan
My biggest critic
I can see that you pretend to be
This is where I'm mean't to be
Almost gave it up
But then I felt it in my spirit
Once I leveled up
They talk it up
I'm glad that I ain't hear it
I'm on the block
I hear them cops
I'm running fast like Usain
Go to the mall
I hit them shops
They telling me
Like you paid
I told them niggas just a little bit
I'm changing form like Tennyson
I coulda signed a deal
But nah I'm on my independent shit
Nigga I don't like you
Really I despise you
The Tiger King
I'll cut up all your limbs
And then I'll hide you
You the type to fuck a bitch
That's half yo fucking age
I'm the type to get the bread
So all my niggas paid
We is not the same
Stay in yo lane
I have too much to gain
And this ain't no fucking Yu Gi Oh
You cannot play this game
I don't know what you been smoking
See that coke up in yo nose
Do you understand I'm different
I'm am not the type to fold
See I know the truth about you
You gotta everybody fooled
You don't get that many hoes
And you never been that cool
So you chill with Ju
Hoping that he'll put you on with bitches
But my nigga your delirious
Like you is fucking hideous
I done seen a few cockroaches
That look better than you
I could pay a few prostitutes
And they would never hit you
And they asked me why I did it
Man I did it for my nation
This a lying ass nigga
And he not the type to hang with
Saying they tryna link and my niggas breaking the chains
You niggas bad sports
Pulled up in the black ford
Then shot from half court, wave goodbye like my name was Dame
They saying Manny bout to rap oh he gone change the game
Well I came to build the brand, nigga fuck the fame
That's the M E T H O D
All you niggas know
I came to bring the pain
Rapping wasn't on the list of shit to go to plan
Trying to spend a mill on a Mille, don't need a couple grand
They sneak dissing
They keep wishing
These boys a bunch of fans
I peeped talk
We street walk
I brought the rusty can
It's the bars that's really bout to put the stint to niggas
I know a few that sold they soul to be a trending nigga
Goofies fake for pictures
They say they pimping nigga
I just copped a crib, y'all ain't really winning nigga
Hop on anybody's beat
Slice it up
That's a massacre
Niggas lying to the masses like the fucking pastor does
Sit back, pass the dutch, never pass in the clutch
Niggas passive for what, we active enough
Tryna stack these bills, niggas know it's money on my mind
Ain't shit funny man I'm just embracing this grind
Ima take my time, put in work till I shine
Gotta make something shake
Cause you know we ain't safe
In this crooked cursed land they call the United States
It's like Kdot said money trees the best place for shade
And that's word up, even though it's blood on the leaves
Feeling like we in the matrix, no Keanu Reeves
I got bars on standby
Got bars up my sleeve
Just feed me more beats bet I break em down with ease
I'm a hip hop technician, peep the expertise
With the ignorance getting louder, I just let my craft speak
This that manny hit my phone
He like that inner city type beat
Yes I like designer but
I am not a hypebeast
Stay away from drama nigga
Focused on my commas nigga
Fuck a pre madonna
Let me catch her when she feisty
I see I'm the topic in yo most hated conversations
I guess you hate me
Cause you hate yourself
That's correlation
I get the money
Then I pass the wealth
That's generations
They tried to tell me not to do it
But I did it
All you talk about is me
My biggest fan
My biggest critic
I can see that you pretend to be
This is where I'm mean't to be
Almost gave it up
But then I felt it in my spirit
Once I leveled up
They talk it up
I'm glad that I ain't hear it
I'm on the block
I hear them cops
I'm running fast like Usain
Go to the mall
I hit them shops
They telling me
Like you paid
I told them niggas just a little bit
I'm changing form like Tennyson
I coulda signed a deal
But nah I'm on my independent shit
Nigga I don't like you
Really I despise you
The Tiger King
I'll cut up all your limbs
And then I'll hide you
You the type to fuck a bitch
That's half yo fucking age
I'm the type to get the bread
So all my niggas paid
We is not the same
Stay in yo lane
I have too much to gain
And this ain't no fucking Yu Gi Oh
You cannot play this game
I don't know what you been smoking
See that coke up in yo nose
Do you understand I'm different
I'm am not the type to fold
See I know the truth about you
You gotta everybody fooled
You don't get that many hoes
And you never been that cool
So you chill with Ju
Hoping that he'll put you on with bitches
But my nigga your delirious
Like you is fucking hideous
I done seen a few cockroaches
That look better than you
I could pay a few prostitutes
And they would never hit you
And they asked me why I did it
Man I did it for my nation
This a lying ass nigga
And he not the type to hang with
Credits
Writer(s): Addison Pinkney
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