[Hook: Sweet]
You don't wanna see me shine
So I know you don't respect my grind
Who let these haters on the inside?
Tell me how could I have been so blind?
[Verse: Deante' Hitchcock]
Look
If that hate ain't from your heart then I don't fuckin' want it
If that love ain't from your soul then I don't fuckin' want it
If you ain't tryna get it now then I don't fuckin' see ya
If she don't love me while I'm down then I don't fuckin' need her
We on the come up here and now, baby, that ain't no secret
They been sleep, I been chasing a dream
Know it seem like with all this weight on my shoulders I fold or throw in the towel
But losing ain't never been my type of thing
I'm a king, nigga, recognize it
Running shit, I feel like I'm exercising
Swear that it's gon take more than Alex Trebek to jeopardize this shit that we been workin' on
Me and my niggas next in line, and
I'm up here testifying, Pastor Kerney Thomas in the pulpit
Matador flow, dodging the bullshit
It's just a warning shot, GOOD ain't even the full clip
I'm on some movie shit, out here livin' faster and furious
I'm tryna fuck up the movement, right now it's ludicrious
Homie, I know some folks and some places that hated on us on some numerous occassions
Man I been waitin' for a long long time to see the looks on they faces
Underplanned and estimated
I guess there's a lesson, ain't it?
You live and you learn
Small timers, I got bigger concerns
All them niggas stuck in the city and we moving
Guess you only make it far as all the bridges you burn
Boy if there's one thing I learned about the tables is they always can turn (straight up)
It's fair warning, Steph Curry meets Air Jordan
Moving through the city like a bad doorman
Niggas waisting time, I just can't afford it
I been spending mine on these damn recordings
Tryna get my cousins out them damn apartments
Life ain't what we thought it was, them bitches scandalous
And niggas that you grew up with ain't them niggas you standing with
And when you think you can't be touched on some MC Hammer shit
Them hammers hit, now your dreams splattered across the canvases
Cause niggas jealous
[Hook: Sweet]
You don't wanna see me shine
All cause niggas jealous
So I know you don't respect my grind
Who let these haters on the inside?
Tell me how could I have been so blind?
Tell me how could I have been so blind?
[Outro: Sweet & Deante Hitchcock]
You don't wanna see me shine
So I know you don't respect my grind
If that love ain't from your soul then I don't fuckin' want it