Hate
[Intro]
I know you like to think you shit don’t stank but
The South stank harder than the stanky leg
We be keeping it one hundred in New York and Philly
Where ya silly ass rhymes will never make a milli
You Yankee’s see we stylin’ on ‘you
Wayne, Jeezy, TI in on ‘you
Took ya girl hip hop now you getting’ jealous
She gettin’ new hella cool fellas
Ya'll been sippin' on that
[Chorus]
Hate, we call it the truth
Hate, say it's just how I feel
Hate, from the streets to the booth
Hate, we call it keepin' real (x2)
[Verse 1]
Wasn’t raised in the ghetto
Not from the street
Don’t sell crack
Don’t make beats
Call me a sell out
Cuz I makin’ sales
Meanwhile you
You tryna make bail
Jail all the time
I'm on my CEO grind
Only bars I’m behind
They be servin' wine
Yeah my girl white and
We drama free livin'
She not a hood rat don’t
Take without giving
You’s an Uncle Tom
Imma leave your ass alone
Dippin’ in that milk
Something like an Oreo
Shuck and jive
Like a coon
It makes no sense
Like MF DOOM
Nah you ain’t the man
Cuz you pull up in the lambo
Got us thinking damn
Look at little black sambo
You was a part of the fam yo
You ain’t a black man
You's a white with a tan so
Imma show you
[Chorus]
Hate, we call it the truth
Hate, say it's just how I feel
Hate, from the streets to the booth
Hate, we call it keepin' real (x2)
[Verse 2]
Look at that chicken head
Yaki down her back
Olympic games
You can see the tracks!
Excuse me while I turn into Don Imus
Nappy headed ho’s you are not the finest
Edges look rough like sex
Relax your hair it look distressed GIIIIRL
Light skin b like this is why I’m cute
Skin the only reason why the looking at you boo
Thought you was the business, so naïve?
Typical delusions from a po’ house slave
Look at that dark butt chilling in the corner
Mug stay mean cuz these dudes ain’t on her
Purple like rain rain go away please
And don’t come again with your daily hating
Girl don’t cry, wasn’t tryna be mean
But you lookin’ like Blade with a weave this is called
[Chorus]
Hate, we call it the truth
Hate, say it's just how I feel
Hate, from the streets to the booth
Hate, we call it keepin' real (x2)
I know you like to think you shit don’t stank but
The South stank harder than the stanky leg
We be keeping it one hundred in New York and Philly
Where ya silly ass rhymes will never make a milli
You Yankee’s see we stylin’ on ‘you
Wayne, Jeezy, TI in on ‘you
Took ya girl hip hop now you getting’ jealous
She gettin’ new hella cool fellas
Ya'll been sippin' on that
[Chorus]
Hate, we call it the truth
Hate, say it's just how I feel
Hate, from the streets to the booth
Hate, we call it keepin' real (x2)
[Verse 1]
Wasn’t raised in the ghetto
Not from the street
Don’t sell crack
Don’t make beats
Call me a sell out
Cuz I makin’ sales
Meanwhile you
You tryna make bail
Jail all the time
I'm on my CEO grind
Only bars I’m behind
They be servin' wine
Yeah my girl white and
We drama free livin'
She not a hood rat don’t
Take without giving
You’s an Uncle Tom
Imma leave your ass alone
Dippin’ in that milk
Something like an Oreo
Shuck and jive
Like a coon
It makes no sense
Like MF DOOM
Nah you ain’t the man
Cuz you pull up in the lambo
Got us thinking damn
Look at little black sambo
You was a part of the fam yo
You ain’t a black man
You's a white with a tan so
Imma show you
[Chorus]
Hate, we call it the truth
Hate, say it's just how I feel
Hate, from the streets to the booth
Hate, we call it keepin' real (x2)
[Verse 2]
Look at that chicken head
Yaki down her back
Olympic games
You can see the tracks!
Excuse me while I turn into Don Imus
Nappy headed ho’s you are not the finest
Edges look rough like sex
Relax your hair it look distressed GIIIIRL
Light skin b like this is why I’m cute
Skin the only reason why the looking at you boo
Thought you was the business, so naïve?
Typical delusions from a po’ house slave
Look at that dark butt chilling in the corner
Mug stay mean cuz these dudes ain’t on her
Purple like rain rain go away please
And don’t come again with your daily hating
Girl don’t cry, wasn’t tryna be mean
But you lookin’ like Blade with a weave this is called
[Chorus]
Hate, we call it the truth
Hate, say it's just how I feel
Hate, from the streets to the booth
Hate, we call it keepin' real (x2)