Hating

Bitch I ain't gotta like ya shit fuck y’all

When I kick your door show us the drugs dog

You remind me of that other rapper

I Make you taste your own blood when I knuckle slap ya

They said I'm old and washed up

But I'm still cold and knotted up

They Acting like we die in numerical order

I’m some where smoking quarters

Across water Bora Bora

My aura is a scorer peace to my supporters

Street court and I'm my own lawyer

Mic destroyer, you clowns better get life in order profound sound tight performer

I respond to hate mail with AK shells

I bеt a wager that your lady wouldn't take it well

I put a lasеr on your face before I make it hail

You clowns scared to break nail I hate you!!

Parden the weight gain but I don't weight train

And still hit like a freight train

It's no coincidence when I got on that's when the hate came

So I whip ass and take names

You clowns whisper better than them ying yang twins

Playing in a game you can't win

Snake oil salesmen with your made up facade

I'll slap juice outcha

A whole Duece outcha

You must do powder high

Trying to try the slyest guy

This side of MI the Inf eye of the storm

Will light up your form knock your physical off track

I see y’all squares are soft pack

You better get on when I’m off that

Original shit they're all hacks

Back to work the Boss back

I need a 10 piece all flats