Trae tha Truth
Niggaz Hate
[Verse 1: Locksmith]
I remember the slender sliver of opportunity
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[?] I was told I was useless, see
[?] slaves, and increseing [?]
N***as that scream hate [?]
They be the same reason why fathers be leaving homes
Cause n***as be killing n***as over land they don't even own
So picture what life would be like [?] be right
[?] I write
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[?] my site
N***as is poor sports, come to kill they homie
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See the cops, and they be running like [?]
[?] I guess it's all selfish
[Verse 2: Jay Rock]
N***as hate the fact you woke up and didn't die in your sleep
They spend another day in defeat
N***as hate for no reason
They ain't talking shit out, they be squeezin
Pop pop, now that's the [?]
Grimy n***as be skeaming
They be hungry for beef, but [?]
N***as hate the way of the world
That's how it go round, hate that you going up, it's how it go down
Look around, money and pussy, pussy and money
The more you get it, the more they be acting so funny
Watching homies and feds
Eyeballing, put [?] on Insta
Land your ass in prison, [?]
Caught the contraband in the backdrop, took a selfy of himself up in the trap house
Stupid, real n***as hate that
[?] cleaning up just like [?]
Better be caushis, stacking gree up like St. Pat
Crazy, straight jack
N***as hate that, so I go on a Slay track
It's Rock motherfucker, and I stay that
[Verse 3: Trae Tha Truth]
Pussy n***as conversation ain't nothing but talking
I should've sent them away, have them serving in Comptin
Sound of [?]
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[?] cieling with their [?]
[?] my n***as don't give a fuck, I [?] on my mama
I run inside [?] different directions
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You clame to keep it gangsta, but you fuck n***as [?]
Fuck you and that dry shit you got, cause we on fly shit
[?] you ain't get off your ass and try shit
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