Hate Me (feat. Luke Malaise, Mike Cloud & Brian O'Shea)

Yeah, yeah, C7SHIT
You know what I came here to do, yuh

I hate first lines more than I hate birth signs
Never know what to say, always rap like it's my first time
Dummy with pen, tell me again how it's just a phase
I don't need a classic but I wrote this down just in case
Everyday I flip the tables, takin' orders on the payroll
Every night I bounce the blame around like hot potato
When it's a movie, rotten critics wanna drop tomatoes
I think they really against me but it's just hard to say, though
I can't sleep in my dreams, not as green as my life
I know the past is only passin' at the speed of my light
All the heat of my night, it's hard to breathe in the height
I can't see, man, I hardly even read what I write
I need a intermission, hold up stay, inner vision
Lately all my inhibitions feel way more like intuition
Maybe that's some inner mission, underlyin' indecision
Undermine the implications, please Lord give me patience
Luke Malaise

Y'all speak on mine but you don't know a thing about it
Ask for a dime but you ain't been with us, you doubt it
Don't hit my line, I'm way too sick of all that bullshit
Ask me for favors, bitch, you're out of time

Hate me, why the fuck they hate me?
How the come around?
It's been a decade, be like "pay me", it's crazy
So much shit that they can't see I go through daily
Used to be on sidelines, now I'm ballin' with the A-team
Bullshit, that don't slide with me no more
Fuck the fake things
Fake friends, cut 'em off, I'm movin' onto great things
Father told me keep to myself so now I hate things
That ain't contribute to my wealth, no slack no more
'Til I can't rap no more, 'til I can't think
Can't go forth and back no more, can't even blink
And time's flyin', when it all falls down and we can link
And we can link and put a finger in the sky and pour a drink, yeah
Hate me, why the fuck they hate me?
How the come around?
It's been a decade, be like "pay me", it's crazy
So much shit that they can't see I go through daily
Used to be on sidelines, now C7 be the A-team, yeah

Y'all speak on mine but you don't know a thing about it
Ask for a dime but you ain't been with us, you doubt it
Don't hit my line, I'm way too sick of all that bullshit
Ask me for favors, bitch, you're out of time
Y'all speak on mine but you don't know a thing about it
Ask for a dime but you ain't been with us, you doubt it
Don't hit my line, I'm way too sick of all that bullshit
Ask me for favors, bitch, you're out of time