Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Hated, artist - Dave East. Album song Paranoia: A True Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
The Hated |
We gotta get it |
They hated Esco |
They hated Escobar |
I’m still here |
Dave East talk that talk |
Streets need that; |
NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world |
Lets get it |
I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back |
Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack |
One conversation between homies, better yet brothers |
That used to spend the night with each other |
They moms was best friends |
One name was Anthony, the hood called 'em Ant Live |
Kept his pistol on 'em, so he bought a bigger pant size |
He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die |
That was ten years ago |
Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow |
Now he throw a set up anywhere he go |
He just a product of his environment |
Told me he’d rather die than ever go to Rikers again |
Did a bid, his celly was blood, he studied five percent |
Came home, like let niggas see me, I’ll never ride with tint |
Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North |
She was busting checks with the wrong nigga |
He popped Xannies and he just want him some strong liquor |
Loser attitude, he miserable |
For years he tried to get a lick or two |
Moms beggin' him to finish school, but non-sense he get into |
Ant' met Cory when they was kids with innocence |
Ant' hated his dad around 'cause that nigga was militant |
Cory found a holder pass, some cash, they could triple it |
Double it, stack it up, Cory ain’t never want to spend |
Ant' was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped |
Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch |
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin |
(They gon' hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment |
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness |
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it |
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin |
(They gon' hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment |
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness |
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it |
Ant' and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that |
No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back |
Six in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life |
Streets will teach you quick, ain’t nothing free, pay the price |
Eviction notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night |
Cory had the sour with him, Ant' fuck with 'yola |
Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders |
Locked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders |
Cory told Ant' on the V I the block was changing |
Ant' told Cory be grateful, freedoms' amazing |
Three and half light bid, Ant' stayed in drama |
He was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing |
No MySpace |
Cory and Ant' had butter rockin' |
The other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him |
Couple hate us, but nothing major, they knew the streets |
Niggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe |
Cory took it on the chin, he wasn’t new to beef |
Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak |
Thats a man down, Ant' told Cory have the fam 'round |
And keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown |
They hustle low, so much evidence that cam found |
Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van 'round |
They snatched him and talked about the way he got it |
Broke the code, that was snitchin', it ain’t no way around it |
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin |
(They gon' hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment |
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness |
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it |
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin |
(They gon' hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment |
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness |
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it |
Ayo' East |
It’s your man, Nas Esco' |
Keep doin' what you do |
Peace be on to you my young brother |
Young king |