The Hate Stacked Against Me

The hate stacked against me i can see it in my rearview
A nigga shed a tear or two I'm living thug spiritual
A maze in these in these dark days clouds turn to rain
I'm feelin joy turn to pain its depression on my brain
The hate stacked against me i can see it in my rearview
A nigga shed a tear or two I'm living thug spiritual
A maze in these in these dark days clouds turn to rain
I'm feelin joy turn to pain its depression on my brain

They ask me what my life like tell 'em kill or be killed nigga
Is he fake or is he real wit ya' my pain paint a perfect picture
Thuggin' through these dark days wishing for the good times
The thuggin' in the hood times the flippin' and the juug times
Chicko in the navigator fuck a felony the judges couldn't separate us
Fuck yo' schools cuz the teacher couldn't educate us
The preacher selling dope none of 'em could elevate us
It's all just a sick game that we playin' in
Gucci shoes Gucci socks for the early graves that my niggas laying in
My big homie he got thirty years Instagram will never see it i shed thirty tears
Racist judge tell the jury bitch I'm just a man
Trying to take me from my family for a hand to hand
Gram for gram I'm the dopest nigga out chea
I'm standing on my words nigga ain't no couch here I'm rock solid nigga

The hate stacked against me i can see it in my rearview
A nigga shed a tear or two I'm living thug spiritual
A maze in these in these dark days clouds turn to rain
I'm feelin joy turn to pain its depression on my brain
The hate stacked against me i can see it in my rearview
A nigga shed a tear or two I'm living thug spiritual
A maze in these in these dark days clouds turn to rain
I'm feelin joy turn to pain its depression on my brain
The hate stacked against me i can see it in my rearview
A nigga shed a tear or two I'm living thug spiritual
A maze in these in these dark days clouds turn to rain
I'm feelin joy turn to pain its depression on my brain
The hate stacked against me i can see it in my rearview
A nigga shed a tear or two I'm living thug spiritual
A maze in these in these dark days clouds turn to rain
I'm feelin joy turn to pain its depression on my brain



Credits
Writer(s): Marcus Walker
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