All Hate
I left my heart in that dark place Feelin' all alone as I walk down this hallway
Can't trust nobody cause they all fake I show everybody love, give em hugs
In return, I get all hate If you not with me, you against me
Don't come around, breathe my air You can't sit here in my space
That's just how I feel, nigga That's just how I feel, nigga
Steppin' in the booth so I gotta keep it real, nigga This is for my fans, nigga
This is for my fam, nigga
I, I been goin' through some tribulations And some trials
Granny always callin' me, tellin' me to read my bible
Remember they went missin' when I needed em around me
So I just went missin' when they askin' me for money
That's that real shit, pain pills, couldn't heal this
It's so much shit I gotta deal with Steppin' in a booth, make a young nigga feel better
Forget all my problems, and travel with the weather
I switch my flow up on you niggas I'm seein' different cities, got my dough up on you niggas
And niggas got weird tendencies, brothers said it's envy in his eye
But that's no bruh to me, I separate the fakes about my life
I'm livin' lovely, I left my heart in that dark place
Feelin' all alone as I walk down this hallway Can't trust nobody cause they all fake
I show everybody love, give em hugs, in return I get all hate
If you not with me, you against me Don't come around, breathe my air
You can't sit here in my space
Can't trust nobody cause they all fake I show everybody love, give em hugs
In return, I get all hate If you not with me, you against me
Don't come around, breathe my air You can't sit here in my space
That's just how I feel, nigga That's just how I feel, nigga
Steppin' in the booth so I gotta keep it real, nigga This is for my fans, nigga
This is for my fam, nigga
I, I been goin' through some tribulations And some trials
Granny always callin' me, tellin' me to read my bible
Remember they went missin' when I needed em around me
So I just went missin' when they askin' me for money
That's that real shit, pain pills, couldn't heal this
It's so much shit I gotta deal with Steppin' in a booth, make a young nigga feel better
Forget all my problems, and travel with the weather
I switch my flow up on you niggas I'm seein' different cities, got my dough up on you niggas
And niggas got weird tendencies, brothers said it's envy in his eye
But that's no bruh to me, I separate the fakes about my life
I'm livin' lovely, I left my heart in that dark place
Feelin' all alone as I walk down this hallway Can't trust nobody cause they all fake
I show everybody love, give em hugs, in return I get all hate
If you not with me, you against me Don't come around, breathe my air
You can't sit here in my space
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Horne
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