Lyrics Hate Myself - Yavid

Hate Myself

Lately I just ain’t myself
My conscious told me not to and I disobeyed myself
Prolly cuz I hate myself
And we were really thuggin
4 in the morning Christmas morning we was hustling
We was on the block bundled up with them bundles
House around the corner get heated by the oven
Wanna go in but the money ain’t been comin
My brothers wake up he gon need to eat something
Lord why you put this on me if you love me
All it make me hate myself
Had a 3 way with Quana
That was all I got that year
I still got hr panties somewher
Her man got shot that year and I swore to her
If I knew who did I would tell her but I didn’t
I ain’t giving up my brody
Bitches run-in round they got bodies in my city
Even my lil chick been shot boi you pussy
Pissin for my partners cuz all ofem dirty
PO call im nervous
(oh we were really trippin)
They say they gon hold me down how I know
I dont tell my brother that I love him cuz I dont
Ain’t seen him in 15 years and I hope
That when I see him that Im ready with my pole