[Intro]
We dont really know what hate is, cause we just tryna get by
He won't never make no profit, cause he just-
He won't never make no profit, cause he just wanna get high
We dont really know what hate is, cause we just tryna get by

[Verse]
What it sound like if the projects could sing?
Stabbed me in my back so many times, felt like I was watching Scream
Bestfriend turned to a dope fiend, I was tryna lay off the codeine
Ah, I was tryna lay off the codeine, but I don't got nobody I can lean on
Call God, he don't answer he just like to hear the ringtone
ThreeWay with the reaper, he killed my brudda, but I can't hurt him, so I just put him on block
Free Lil Man, shot a n***a in the pen', had on his Nikes, pray they don't max him out
Ion trust a soul, My bitch a bold hoe
She fucked my bro, she played it foul, and she ain't get no call
Why you ain't call me brudda when I was tryna figure why my family so small?
Joe put it on camera, detective tape, jit wild like ODawg
I was talking to Keisha, she don't take me back, I'ma fuck 'round go bald
Last night, counted money that make ya cousin kill ya uncle
This the type of money make ya uncle murk ya daddy
My n***a Marcus died, he use to go steal from his momma
I ain’t steal from mine, but momma I’m still gon make ya happy
I use to smoke with Lil Mo, I can't believe they turned him to ashes
They beat him, and set him on fire, think about it when i see matches
Don't compare me to rappers, I'ma different lit, they ain't no matches
Don’t compare me to jit , I designer my fit, but I used to be tacky
Went to school 5 days, Momma why I only got two pair of khakis?
Friend got Tempur-pedic, Momma why they don’t put air up in they mattress?
I'm just tryna fuck, I'ma take her to Cali, but the hoe named Paris
He gon' cuff her, not knowing she gon fuck his dawg, and that shit embarrassing
Can't leave the crib if I ain’t got that tool
They’ll probably kill me if i ain't got you
Kill 2 of the opps ain't got no morals
We murked the witness so they can't run it back to you
I, I know they would change
We know they ain't mean to kill the n***a, Momma asked why he got blood stains
Lil n***a had lost everything, just sent some people to come rob the dice game
His grandaddy told em, “baby you dont even know what love is”
Now he see that he starting to like pain
40 got a dick when we see them pussies, we make it (oooh)
Ain't showing no love, every heart we get we break it
Some days my ex, say “I just can't take, I can't be hateful”
I turn to Nick Saban everytime i see her, I be running straight to her
They’d hear this song if the project could sing
They’d hear my name if the ghetto could scream
?, and they just gon tell on a n***a
I was on them bars, I looked over, I seen Snail on them jiggas
Fuck my dawg, and I know I’d go to jail if i kill him
Fucked her friend cause i knew she was gon tell that i hit her
Knew the answer, asked what he doin, he in jail I know he chilling
Behind the wall he cuffed a bitch that I nailed like some ‘crylic
In the game we play, seem like street n***as don’t get to win
He wan go to the league but the court he went to got him in the pen’
My dawg a snake, can't look me in my face, so he bit my shin
Hope he ain't poisonous cause I might let him bite me again
Got so much love for him, I might let em bite me again
He even robbed his brother, said fuck his family, he ain't down with incest
Momma ain't give him nun, got it out the muscle but he ain't bench press
Sleepin with the roaches so long, he started feeling like an insect
OG’s tried to step on him, Opps tried to spray him
Wonder if he trap out his granny house, they gon try to raid him
Raw-dogged a freak from the hood not knowing what she gave him
Whole family had wiped they hands with him like they had bathed him