Lyrics His Story - Iman Shumpert

His Story

You hate that you love it
You know it
You hate that you love it
Admit it
You hate how it’s written
You hate how we thuggin
If you came to try to stop it you buggin'
I Paint pictures
For kids who had nothin
That shorty that got it
You thought he was bluffin
That rich kid that just needed his father
But his father a workaholic
So he talk to a bottle
I walk for the people I got em
Everything I’m discussin is common
All this money is bringing is drama
All that this money is bringing is drama
Wifey opened up my back
Put the battery in me
These people wantin my identity
S’flattering to me
Came in the league
And my Image was so clean cut
Then I messed up
Got locked up
The shit sucks
But I ***siren sound*** up
And I flexed up
Cause my check up
My Mclaren is white wit da gold trim
I’m so blessed up
You hate that you love it
You know it
You hate that you love it
Admit it
They tryna hold my head under da water I get it
But I let I go and grew gills
To swim the fishes
Bump the high road
I’m tryna play chicken
I hope that they listening
I’m cookin up
It’s so hot in this kitchen I’m in
The «Fade» came out
Then the hate came out
The pressure’s on
But I’m prepared to bring my A game out
I been workin like a slave
At my alma matter
I don’t talk a lot about it
But I got a lot of problems Ima solve
If you ain’t ready for consequence
Then don’t get involved
Pop told me walk wit yo head up
'Fore they cut it off
It’s blood in my eyes
I done seen the worst
You let it breath and it spreads
That’s how fire works nigga
I’m standing on a million
I used to think that wings came wit da feelin'
Nah
Cause I ain’t dead I survive shit
Wild shit
20 on 1 and I survived it
Mob shit
Wonder why I’m wildin
Veins popping out my neck
Gotta keep this family smiling
Yeah
You hate that you love it
You know it
You hate that you love it
Admit it
You hate how it’s written
You hate how we thuggin
If you came to try to stop it you buggin
You hate that you love it
You know it
You hate that you love it
Admit it
Ya best believe
Ima take me a knee for the anthem
This platform is OD
He’s a beast if you amp him
See Wifey badder
Than that Larry Obrien
She dipped herself in the gold
Here they go sirens my nigga
One time for the gifted individual
They nothin like I
So they when ask me for my size
Reply a 46.5
Baboon booty shoe bottom
Like who got em
Who’s hotter than
Opillas own
Root for Chi
But the pill is home my nigga
Dame nice but he no where
Near the throne my nigga
How 'bout y’all leave me lone
Y’all puttin me in a zone
That hate gon' turn in to love
I go Sylvester salone!
You hate that you love it
You know it
You hate that you love it
Admit it
You hate how I’m spittin
You hate it ain’t written
You hate it you hate it
You love it
You hate that you love it
You know it
You hate that you love it
Admit it