Lyrics Hatred - Raz Simone

Hatred

The drop wrapped in extra baggies but it still smells
Hundred missed calls on my phone
You’d think that I’m in the jail
People that I love don’t think I love them
They don’t feel the Braille
5 a my people in the same night text
They wanna kill themselves
Which do I call first
Plus I’m dodging bullets still myself
It dont help that butta nigga from my hood
I’m the most well known
About that
Even hatin niggas won’t lie to you
So when my niggas slide
I’m the biggest target ta try to shoot
So I became the shooter
Treat the courtroom like a booth
Not a sound gets out, my lawyer engineering like I’m mute
Niggas posting with guns they never use
Smilin like it’s cute
Role models pussy niggas cat walkin thru the minds of youth
The NRA hit me up, they wanna do a merger
Only time a gun should be an accessory is to a murder
If my bitch riding shot gun she’ll pop you too
She a squirter
Matter fact put your head back Im’a clap em myself
You don’t deserve her
Hell no you don’t see me in the hood like that
Cuz I’m in other niggas hoods tryna joog my packs
Cuz I’m out here flipping millions and you still on racks
Y’all talking he said she said
On Raz an I’m still on facts
You lil bitch boy
Ain’t got no hands so you got a stick boy
I’m from DUECE 8
I came down
Got hit boy
Shot my shit boy
Hit them other niggas shits boy
Square bitch bought you some J’s
So now you saying you a pimp boy
I understand your time ain’t shit
But mine is sacred
I see the look in they eyes
They hypnotized by hatred
Lil Boosie told me young nigga stay out the way
Busta Rhymes told me, you real
They need to hear what you say
We was in the same studio
That they pulled up and popped 2Pac in
Just reminds me I’m on the road
But I gotta watch where I’m walkin
Hella niggas ain’t wit it
But they constantly talkin
They ain’t slick enough ta be snakes
But they possibly Opossums
Pop pop em
Pop pop em
My Glock glockin
It loves alliteration
It ain’t shy but it’s awesome
I been suppose to blow but my timing is flawless
I’m reckless in the trap but wit my music I’m tryna be cautions
They don’t run shit
But their lips kinda be joggin
My wives don’t always wear hijabs
But we try ta be modest
I prayed for wisdom every night and I got it
Like I’m a prophet
My momma named me King Solomon
That’s the truest of prospects
They been tryna put more L’s on my name
But still haven’t lost yet
Put a couple golds in my teeth
But I still haven’t flossed yet
They say they sleeping on me and I agree
But still haven’t stopped yet
Linked wit some big names in the game
But still haven’t got checks
I’m still my own CEO
And I ain’t never had a boss yet
Ain’t got a penny for anybody
This street money I’m tossin
Threw the water in the pot wit the flowers
I’m just waiting to blossom
Bro told me to shoot em in the head like before
So I’m yelling I got em