Hate One

Pick em out, pick em out pick the fake ones out
Pick em out, pick em out pick the fake ones out
Pick em out, pick em out pick the fake ones out
Pthe motherfucking fake ones out

Life's a fucking game but I guess I gotta play it
Look at all these haters, guess the hate I gotta breathe in
I can smell my haters when I see them like a K9
Homies with their hands on my shoulders they deceiving

Man it hurts the most when people close to me
The ones who raise the glass who propose a toast to me
Hype me up say you are like J cole to me
But in reality, they wish the worst for me

I ain't no Nas but I am spitting facts like Wikipedia
More facts than the goddamn encyclopedia
Life lessons people change like chameleon
People still laughing like I am a comedian

But I swear to God when the day comes
When I am on the way to the top and the pace comes
And when the pay comes, not on paystubs
No more checking price tags before I get the A- stuff

Yeh
Pick em out pick em out
I know
Pick em out pick em out
Pick out pick out

People watch from the sidelines got a wide smile
But the closer I look I see a fake line
They got mad advice, but they nasty like grime
They love to see me bleed like Jesus and wine

Yo I know your intentions, I ain't addressing y'all
All these conversations with people, stressing me ya'll
It's messing my head, especially ya'll
Lame ass advisory committee telling me what to do ya'll

I ll let you in my vicinity
Just to see me pave my way
My dedication infinity
That s the game I play
Look at this pen and paper
Watch how I make them rain
Y'all losers stuck in your room
Petting your one-eyed snake

Giving em ounce of fame
Just watching you burn would make my day
Just watching you burn would make my day

Pick em out, pick em out pick the fake ones out
Pick em out, pick em out pick the fake ones out
Pick em out, pick em out pick the fake ones out
pick the motherfucking fake ones out

Haters a blessing, they kinda stressing
They are kinda depressing, I know
But they teach me more lessons
My smile kills em like Smith and Wesson
Refreshing, that feeling is precious
I relive it every second

But when they come real close
I split them in 3 like forks
I fuck their brains out
Leave em standing in all fours doors closed sore starving
Hit the crib have a dinner for four

Hit the church, I confess before
Father, I have been a sinner before
Now it's getting worse than before
I'm sweating hate through every pore
My brain like waiting to explode
They say my kith and kin and me was born in sin

Dreaming of spilling and spitting this rap
In an LA villa
While my hands go for my balls like Cinderella
Middle finger in the air
Gucci under**** under my Gucci garment
I am bare

My windows tinted to the glare
My chicks they come in pair
Get my dream automobile, and I need no break or fast or dinner
Just wanna spill and spit these raps getting slimmer than shady
Wanna feel that feeling when I know that I made it
Yeh, when I know that I made it
I just wanna know that I made it

My cadence radiating through every pore, coz I see my life is fading
Conduct shows where they got light on the floor
Yell at the mic, I gotta hell lotta fight