Rock Hate
Let the words I word
Whirl the diamonds and pearls of haters hurled
To make me curl in the corner Cry like little girls
When they hurl from how sick I come up by sun up in this world
My legend continues
When I was young it was all about the get on
Supposed to blow but my timer just ticked on
Then I fell off and came back
Aight so spit on
Now I just want a beat I can hear myself fit on
Looks like I found that plus a new throne to sit on
Hold on
Nothing cold on
So my wrists warm
But I still drip for anybody to slip on
I threw pennies in ponds
And found stars to wish on
But that wasn't enough to bring Pac back and Big warm
A light switch flipped on
I had to be hot
Had to be hot
Not a bit warm
Ima make rap shift form
Till somebody rich born
Invests more than I live on
Feel that hunger like you ate nothing I've bit on
Haters called me all kinds of names like they were sticks stones
It ain't work
No, It didn't hit home
Till I started poppin like soda fizz foam
Rock they hate till they gotta love you
Rock they hate till they gotta love you
Strike a chord like it's rock making trouble
Righteous Lord, change the game till I'm on making double
Rock they hate till they gotta love you
Rock they hate till they gotta love you
Strike a chord like it's rock making trouble
Righteous Lord, change the game till I'm on making double
Hate to love me
Love to hate me
Every time I pass you, you give a look that's crazy
Like I owe you a late fee from something I owe, that you paid me
You can debate we ain't the same and trade these
Words about me not being real and degrade me
The truth'll come out, like my cuz coming home in May see
We love you Tay
I ain't old as Jay z or young as Da Baby
But I promise I'm more than the ways you paint me
Cut from a different cloth he can't be
But I am
That's why your fabric don't even phase me
Practice makes purpose
Under the surface that trained me
To better up my level up
When ya'll get shady
Let the words I word
Whirl the diamonds and pearls of haters hurled
To make me curl in the corner Cry like little girls
When they hurl from how sick I come up by sun up in this world
My legend continues
Rock they hate till they gotta love you
Rock they hate till they gotta love you
Strike a chord like it's rock making trouble
Righteous Lord, change the game till I'm on making double
Rock they hate till they gotta love you
Rock they hate till they gotta love you
Strike a chord like it's rock making trouble
Righteous Lord, change the game till I'm on making double
Whirl the diamonds and pearls of haters hurled
To make me curl in the corner Cry like little girls
When they hurl from how sick I come up by sun up in this world
My legend continues
When I was young it was all about the get on
Supposed to blow but my timer just ticked on
Then I fell off and came back
Aight so spit on
Now I just want a beat I can hear myself fit on
Looks like I found that plus a new throne to sit on
Hold on
Nothing cold on
So my wrists warm
But I still drip for anybody to slip on
I threw pennies in ponds
And found stars to wish on
But that wasn't enough to bring Pac back and Big warm
A light switch flipped on
I had to be hot
Had to be hot
Not a bit warm
Ima make rap shift form
Till somebody rich born
Invests more than I live on
Feel that hunger like you ate nothing I've bit on
Haters called me all kinds of names like they were sticks stones
It ain't work
No, It didn't hit home
Till I started poppin like soda fizz foam
Rock they hate till they gotta love you
Rock they hate till they gotta love you
Strike a chord like it's rock making trouble
Righteous Lord, change the game till I'm on making double
Rock they hate till they gotta love you
Rock they hate till they gotta love you
Strike a chord like it's rock making trouble
Righteous Lord, change the game till I'm on making double
Hate to love me
Love to hate me
Every time I pass you, you give a look that's crazy
Like I owe you a late fee from something I owe, that you paid me
You can debate we ain't the same and trade these
Words about me not being real and degrade me
The truth'll come out, like my cuz coming home in May see
We love you Tay
I ain't old as Jay z or young as Da Baby
But I promise I'm more than the ways you paint me
Cut from a different cloth he can't be
But I am
That's why your fabric don't even phase me
Practice makes purpose
Under the surface that trained me
To better up my level up
When ya'll get shady
Let the words I word
Whirl the diamonds and pearls of haters hurled
To make me curl in the corner Cry like little girls
When they hurl from how sick I come up by sun up in this world
My legend continues
Rock they hate till they gotta love you
Rock they hate till they gotta love you
Strike a chord like it's rock making trouble
Righteous Lord, change the game till I'm on making double
Rock they hate till they gotta love you
Rock they hate till they gotta love you
Strike a chord like it's rock making trouble
Righteous Lord, change the game till I'm on making double
Credits
Writer(s): Bruce Brown
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