L.O.V.E.H.A.T.E

(Alright, Rondo)
(Rondo da Sigel, on foenem)
We ain't gon' go no million dollar lick with Lil' Keisha
Kevo, tell 'em

Hold up, L-O-V-E, H-A-T-E
S-L-double E-P, I won't go to sleep
B-double E-F, you don't wanna beef
R-E-A-P, my past hauntin' me

I'm on that shit, just play with me, yeah
Play with YB, bitch, I'm gon' make you D-I-E
It's 4KT, nobody safe, you'll get stretched out in the street
And I'm too blessed to be this way, the devil, he don't fuck with me
I got a plan that I ain't sayin', since a child, I been the man
Sellin' dope, it look like tan
I'm whatever that y'all, what you with, I'm with, I get 'em smashed
I don't want 'em 'round me in this bitch
Them Mercedes know I'm doin' bad, all bad, man

Hold up, L-O-V-E, H-A-T-E
S-L-double E-P, I won't go to sleep
B-double E-F, you don't wanna beef
R-E-A-P, my past hauntin' me

Ain't lettin' go my trauma, I can't do this shit without my mama
I'm gon' kill at your partner, YoungBoy, I'm a motherfuckin' problem
I'm puttin' it in my body and it fucked me up, it got me wildin'
What you want? I got it, these niggas don't fuck with me

Countin' my pockets, yeah, they countin' my pockets, yeah
I heard the FBI been blockin', they tryna catch me with this chopper
They just wanna put a mugshot on me, yeah
Jesus got a brand new cross, put him my body
Now bring your ho ass in the street, nigga

If I was them, I wouldn't wanna be with you
Choppin' boos at the mall, this for my cousin who gone
I don't wanna rap, I wanna rap, yeah, bitch, I'ma walk ass on
I don't pick and choose, I'ma clap your bitch, this drum sound like a trombone

Hold up, I ain't tryna take you home, end up like my last lady
Girl, I can't take you home 'cause you don't act right
I'm tryna make sure I can roll, baby
I been searchin' for my soul daily
She won't take me down 'til it get found, I'm on my own, baby
Who the fuck love me? (Love, oh)
There ain't too many wrong that I see (wrong that I see)
Oh, put your strap, I up right back
You playin' rugby (strap right back)

If you got my back and that's a fact, ain't worried 'bout nothin'
When it go bad, this shit get ugly (shh)
Bleed, creep, make 'em bleed, we gon' put the bitch to sleep
Please, all my niggas beasts, around
We keep us a few C's (blatt, blatt)
My mama love that Trackhawk, we come from a Jeep
Play with a stack, I knock your head off, you know how we be

Yeah, my mama tied black bandana on me
You a ho, you won't marry nothin', you a motherfuckin' flunky
You ain't kill nothin' 'bout yourself
You ain't wakin' up and chasin' money
A piece of shit, I hate myself, but
Make sure my wife won't for nothin'

That's a 60 thousand chain that he keep breakin', waste the money
I just wanna tell my daughter, "Hey," but I'm ashamed, I ain't nothin'
I don't need no gun, but I just wanna buy K's
You ain't with me, then fuck your pain
Behind me come major pain
Rollie one day, go board the train

L-O-V-E (love), H-A-T-E (love)
S-L-double E-P, I won't go to sleep (I'll be home late)
B-double E-F, you don't wanna beef (I won't be late)
R-E-A-P, my past hauntin' me (yeah)

I'm out my motherfuckin' mind, yeah
D-A-V-E, bitch, Dave live with me
That 800 block, it's Chippewa, yeah
We barely fight, we grew up hittin' the shit with that iron
Oh