go hate me
I already know my mind gon' hate me
So you know I don't mind, go hate me
Though you know you switch sides you crazy
My lady
Go hate me
I already know my mind gon' hate me
So you know I don't mind, go hate me
Though you know you switch sides you crazy
My lady
Go hate me
I'm affected by the writer's curse
Thinking that my mind'll burst
Ride to work, line a verse
Making sure I'm grinding first
Hand me the beat
You know I slide and merk, right to dirt
If I lived by the odds
I would've died at birth
Destined for that type of worth
High-up on a sniper perch
Just vent on my pad
My thoughts I disperse
Slicing words
Write rehearse
I got a show, rising nerves
Guess I need a tap cider first
I'm the worst
Stay chasing that dream
Let me stack cream
I ain't ever letting go
I ain't rapping Trap Queen
Zach born to rap mean
Slaughter bars, snap clean
Addicted to the caffeine
Like a fucking crack fiend
Beat the odds, time to even them out
I'm lethal and foul
I preach heat now I'm teaching 'em how
No one cares what you're speaking about
Fake fucks done seeking 'em out
I want bills and I'm eager to count
Trying to come like Machine on The Cow
But right now Dad's home from work
Passed out sleep on the couch
Whether or not he's believing a doubt
I ain't leaving him out
His own Dad wasn't even around
Nan and Pop
They ain't have a lot
I'm coming for that rapper spot
At the top
Feel stressed, so I grab the pad and jot
Add the dots
Yeah, I had to plot
Bloody Canvas type shit
Word to Lil' Capalot
I already know my mind gon' hate me
So you know I don't mind, go hate me
Though you know you switch sides you crazy
My lady
Go hate me
I already know my mind gon' hate me
So you know I don't mind, go hate me
Though you know you switch sides you crazy
My lady
Go hate me
Mum and Dad
Why you stressing me
I know you want the best for me
But only I should be the one who second guessing me
'Cause I'm yet to get a legacy
Check the cunts who next to me
All of you can't fuck with me respectfully
'Cause you get the depths of me
My head it's meant to be a friend to me
But I'm trapped like my own worst enemy
Trapped In Here was therapy
If I got a problem I could vent to beats
Write it down, then repeat
Then repeat
Then repeat
Then repeat
So what's next for me or meant to be
Mentally, I'm dead and weak
Yes, I let it get to me
Pretend it ain't affecting me
Changing my trajectory
Pops in my head, had me thinking
She was ecstasy
Best believe, that's not the case
I got a dream I got to chase
Hunger pains in my gut
Writing give me stomach aches
Fuck this place
I got to go and be something great
Off my face
A head of my thoughts
Think I won the race
Come like Machine on The Cow
But right now Dad's home from work
Passed out sleep on the couch
Whether or not he's believing a doubt
I ain't leaving him out
His own Dad wasn't even around
Nan and Pop
They ain't have a lot
I'm coming for that rapper spot
At the top
Feel stressed, so I grab the pad and jot
Add the dots
Yeah, I had to plot
Bloody Canvas type shit
Word to Lil' Capalot
I already know my mind gon' hate me
So you know I don't mind, go hate me
Though you know you switch sides you crazy
My lady
Go hate me
I already know my mind gon' hate me
So you know I don't mind, go hate me
Though you know you switch sides you crazy
My lady
Go hate me
Though you know you switch sides you crazy
My lady
Go hate me
Though you know you switch sides you crazy
My lady
Go hate me
So you know I don't mind, go hate me
Though you know you switch sides you crazy
My lady
Go hate me
I already know my mind gon' hate me
So you know I don't mind, go hate me
Though you know you switch sides you crazy
My lady
Go hate me
I'm affected by the writer's curse
Thinking that my mind'll burst
Ride to work, line a verse
Making sure I'm grinding first
Hand me the beat
You know I slide and merk, right to dirt
If I lived by the odds
I would've died at birth
Destined for that type of worth
High-up on a sniper perch
Just vent on my pad
My thoughts I disperse
Slicing words
Write rehearse
I got a show, rising nerves
Guess I need a tap cider first
I'm the worst
Stay chasing that dream
Let me stack cream
I ain't ever letting go
I ain't rapping Trap Queen
Zach born to rap mean
Slaughter bars, snap clean
Addicted to the caffeine
Like a fucking crack fiend
Beat the odds, time to even them out
I'm lethal and foul
I preach heat now I'm teaching 'em how
No one cares what you're speaking about
Fake fucks done seeking 'em out
I want bills and I'm eager to count
Trying to come like Machine on The Cow
But right now Dad's home from work
Passed out sleep on the couch
Whether or not he's believing a doubt
I ain't leaving him out
His own Dad wasn't even around
Nan and Pop
They ain't have a lot
I'm coming for that rapper spot
At the top
Feel stressed, so I grab the pad and jot
Add the dots
Yeah, I had to plot
Bloody Canvas type shit
Word to Lil' Capalot
I already know my mind gon' hate me
So you know I don't mind, go hate me
Though you know you switch sides you crazy
My lady
Go hate me
I already know my mind gon' hate me
So you know I don't mind, go hate me
Though you know you switch sides you crazy
My lady
Go hate me
Mum and Dad
Why you stressing me
I know you want the best for me
But only I should be the one who second guessing me
'Cause I'm yet to get a legacy
Check the cunts who next to me
All of you can't fuck with me respectfully
'Cause you get the depths of me
My head it's meant to be a friend to me
But I'm trapped like my own worst enemy
Trapped In Here was therapy
If I got a problem I could vent to beats
Write it down, then repeat
Then repeat
Then repeat
Then repeat
So what's next for me or meant to be
Mentally, I'm dead and weak
Yes, I let it get to me
Pretend it ain't affecting me
Changing my trajectory
Pops in my head, had me thinking
She was ecstasy
Best believe, that's not the case
I got a dream I got to chase
Hunger pains in my gut
Writing give me stomach aches
Fuck this place
I got to go and be something great
Off my face
A head of my thoughts
Think I won the race
Come like Machine on The Cow
But right now Dad's home from work
Passed out sleep on the couch
Whether or not he's believing a doubt
I ain't leaving him out
His own Dad wasn't even around
Nan and Pop
They ain't have a lot
I'm coming for that rapper spot
At the top
Feel stressed, so I grab the pad and jot
Add the dots
Yeah, I had to plot
Bloody Canvas type shit
Word to Lil' Capalot
I already know my mind gon' hate me
So you know I don't mind, go hate me
Though you know you switch sides you crazy
My lady
Go hate me
I already know my mind gon' hate me
So you know I don't mind, go hate me
Though you know you switch sides you crazy
My lady
Go hate me
Though you know you switch sides you crazy
My lady
Go hate me
Though you know you switch sides you crazy
My lady
Go hate me
Credits
Writer(s): Zach Byrne
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