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