Hate On Me
Shoutout Holloway on the beat
You already know
Yeah
Practice 'til i'm on for certain
I'm off of you rapper who brag and boasting
You slack on a verse and we close the curtain
This league for elites not the average person
Spit gas, light a match and I suddenly burst into flame
I'm amazed that you stay rehearsin' and still spit weak
Matter fact, you worsen
I merk every person and stress the nurses
Straight to the point like an ocean urchin
See 'em on a post cause they love to lurk and
They see how I rap and I know it hurts them
Their mates play us, ask if they heard it
Me, i'm used to being ignored
Track with The Game who else you know more
Sharp with the pen but never gets props
Cause they rather play dudes all beefing with cops
Uh
You all sound the same
Everybody wanna copy but got half a brain
You couldn't really understand any marketing
My flow cold as the ice flowing through your veins
They all talk
Talking about things they really couldn't answer for
Cast away how I flow for sure
Hard to say who I really call better than us
Cause i'm hard as an elephant tusk
Sick flow to the world got 'em wearing a mask
They couldn't keep up
Couldn't beat us, when I heat up
Click-boom to the dome like a heater
Put soul on the track like a Reebok
Used to rap off dome over We Pop
Now i'm back to the throne like it's Egypt
Pompeii how I burn when I erupt
And I know you ain't heard better either
But they still wanna hate on me but
So
Hate on me
You can hate on me
You can hate on me
You can hate on me
Hate on me
You can hate on me
You can hate on me
You can hate on me
Hate on me
You can hate on me
You can hate on me
You can hate on me
Yeah
I ain't done
Uh
Never really done 'til all of earth's heard them
Trip Jacket Mafia cause for their burdens
Give it all up for fame they hate working
Try to find a way to make it without learning
Lazier, they couldn't face with us
You couldn't make this up
You better brace for us
You never make it far
You shouldn't act so tough
If you can't back it up
Cause we can back it up
Cause when i'm backing up
I'm like a massive truck
Steam roll you just for acting up
And you be lacking stuff
So maybe try to give it up making music bruh
Who you know with a flow like this
I change lanes like a Volvo is
I shake it up give the whole game convulsions
Never stay same, always evolving
Shoot a blast from the palm like i'm Kaioken
You ain't really ready for armageddon
The felon 'boutta murder any beat that i'm given when I get in 'em
I be blowing up at anyone saying that they don't get it
I can body anybody for mocking the way I spit it
I be mach five speed when choppin' and never slipping
I be top five, easy taking it any minute
Never lost with ease, i'm living what they be wishing
Head of Aus rap, free but nobody ever mention
Yeah
You can hate on me
Hate on me
Hate on me
Hate on me
Hate on me
Hate on me
Hate on me
Hate on me
Hate on me
Hate on me
Hate on me
Yeah
One, two, three to the dome
Don't call me cause I won't answer my phone
It's a lonely road when you're aiming for the throne
Everybody in a glass house tryna throw stones
We be done with 'em
We got a hunnid men
It's Trip Jacket Mafia we be runnin' it
We pull ya number then
It's all hands on deck when the gun gets drawn
It's a rap for them
One goes out to all of you rappers who act in front of me
We lost so many souls to drugs, sex and gluttony
Oven heats, they know that i'm cookin' with so much apathy
For all you wannabes who hearing but passing over me
Sheesh
You already know
Yeah
Practice 'til i'm on for certain
I'm off of you rapper who brag and boasting
You slack on a verse and we close the curtain
This league for elites not the average person
Spit gas, light a match and I suddenly burst into flame
I'm amazed that you stay rehearsin' and still spit weak
Matter fact, you worsen
I merk every person and stress the nurses
Straight to the point like an ocean urchin
See 'em on a post cause they love to lurk and
They see how I rap and I know it hurts them
Their mates play us, ask if they heard it
Me, i'm used to being ignored
Track with The Game who else you know more
Sharp with the pen but never gets props
Cause they rather play dudes all beefing with cops
Uh
You all sound the same
Everybody wanna copy but got half a brain
You couldn't really understand any marketing
My flow cold as the ice flowing through your veins
They all talk
Talking about things they really couldn't answer for
Cast away how I flow for sure
Hard to say who I really call better than us
Cause i'm hard as an elephant tusk
Sick flow to the world got 'em wearing a mask
They couldn't keep up
Couldn't beat us, when I heat up
Click-boom to the dome like a heater
Put soul on the track like a Reebok
Used to rap off dome over We Pop
Now i'm back to the throne like it's Egypt
Pompeii how I burn when I erupt
And I know you ain't heard better either
But they still wanna hate on me but
So
Hate on me
You can hate on me
You can hate on me
You can hate on me
Hate on me
You can hate on me
You can hate on me
You can hate on me
Hate on me
You can hate on me
You can hate on me
You can hate on me
Yeah
I ain't done
Uh
Never really done 'til all of earth's heard them
Trip Jacket Mafia cause for their burdens
Give it all up for fame they hate working
Try to find a way to make it without learning
Lazier, they couldn't face with us
You couldn't make this up
You better brace for us
You never make it far
You shouldn't act so tough
If you can't back it up
Cause we can back it up
Cause when i'm backing up
I'm like a massive truck
Steam roll you just for acting up
And you be lacking stuff
So maybe try to give it up making music bruh
Who you know with a flow like this
I change lanes like a Volvo is
I shake it up give the whole game convulsions
Never stay same, always evolving
Shoot a blast from the palm like i'm Kaioken
You ain't really ready for armageddon
The felon 'boutta murder any beat that i'm given when I get in 'em
I be blowing up at anyone saying that they don't get it
I can body anybody for mocking the way I spit it
I be mach five speed when choppin' and never slipping
I be top five, easy taking it any minute
Never lost with ease, i'm living what they be wishing
Head of Aus rap, free but nobody ever mention
Yeah
You can hate on me
Hate on me
Hate on me
Hate on me
Hate on me
Hate on me
Hate on me
Hate on me
Hate on me
Hate on me
Hate on me
Yeah
One, two, three to the dome
Don't call me cause I won't answer my phone
It's a lonely road when you're aiming for the throne
Everybody in a glass house tryna throw stones
We be done with 'em
We got a hunnid men
It's Trip Jacket Mafia we be runnin' it
We pull ya number then
It's all hands on deck when the gun gets drawn
It's a rap for them
One goes out to all of you rappers who act in front of me
We lost so many souls to drugs, sex and gluttony
Oven heats, they know that i'm cookin' with so much apathy
For all you wannabes who hearing but passing over me
Sheesh
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Writer(s): Dylan Zardain
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