Niggaz Hate
Feat. Lock Smith, Jay Rock & Trae Tha Truth
(Verse: DJ Kay Slay)
I remember the slender slither of opportunity
When I loosen the noose of me choosing to subdue what amuses me
Used to be stuck in the rich but the poor state of mind still amuses me
Musically, was out number cues and peas I was told I was uselessly
Sort of like breaking slaves and embracing their racial wow
Niggas would scream hate when they state that they hate the polls
Maybe the same reason our fathers be leaving home
Cause niggas be killing niggas for a land they don't even own
So picture what life would be like in a lively hood after rewrite
It's likely, despite of the type but I might need a high without right
But I might just be guiding the light, and advising the plight of the smite
And I highly advise you to hide your pipe on this side of my sight
Niggas is poor sports, quick to kill they homie
Then flee till they're porch short
See the cops as they runnin' like Salem and Northo
Skin bleachin' and colonized teachin'
I guess it's all self
(Verse: Jay Rock)
Niggas hate the fact you woke up, hate you didn't die in your sleep
Now they spend another day in defeat
Niggas be hatin' for no reason
Look, they ain't sockin' shit out, niggas be squeezin'
Pop-pop and that's the end of yo evening
Grinny niggas be scheemin', and like they be hungry for beef
But turnin' vegan
Cause hey, the way of the world, that's ow it go down
Hatin' that true growin' up, that's how it go down
Look around, money and pussy, pussy and money
More that you get it, the more that you feel they actin' so funny
So watch it, homies and FEDS eye ballin'
Puttin' gram on instant, lay yo ass in prison
Snapshot, it caught the contraband in the backdroppin'
The nigga took a selffie of himself up in the traphouse
Stupid, look, real niggas hate that
The SWAT kickin' doors down, cleanin' out just like A-Checks
Betta be cautious, stackin' green up like Saint Pat
You jokers tryna pinch me, crazy, straight jet
Niggas hate that so I goal a ?
It's Rock, motherfucker, really I stay flex
(Verse: Trae Tha Truth)
Yeah, pussy nigga conversation ain't nothin' with talkin'
Leave my shooters, send them away and have them surfin' the cold
The sound of niggas nowadays, they hatin', sayin' they dick riddin'
I heard they called a tip and sold the misses with the chick right
Pillow talkin' they business, my business give no fucks
Weigh this on my momma, this topic will self destruct
Went a Poseidon, disassemble then run on different directions
When it's oversaid then yo departure gon' be yo bliss
Rid niggas of all tha tbullshit, hateful, what?!
You claim to keep it gangsta but you fuck niggas gay for what?
Fuck you and yo dry sittin' man, cause we
We hustle round the clock, you ain't get up yo ass and try shit
Broke bitch!