Hate - Meyhem Lauren

Uh, niggas to see me winning

Shining all kinda fly shit on

Is there really love left in this world?

Fathers turning against their own sons

And mothers against their own daughters

Brothers against their sisters

What’s happening to this world?

Yow

You motherfuckers hating

I’m even on point while I’m faded

All my niggas get high

Eat good always, you niggas get by

You motherfuckers hating

I’m even on point while I’m faded

All my niggas get high

Eat good always, you niggas get by

Mix old school rules

With new school paper then cop some new jewels

Shining, niggas know we got it (we got it)

My dresscode aquatic (aquatic)

My footwear waves

Keep my face lit with gold framed shades

New watches, new women

We floating, you swimming

Really, I’m up, up

Cop bikes, really I’m up, up

That’s how my squad look in summer

Get that bread, my niggas all about the monna

WGLV low, fuck you gon' tell me hoe

My whole squad on

You can’t catch up, my nigga I’m gone

You motherfuckers hating

I’m even on point while I’m faded

All my niggas get high

Eat good always, you niggas get by

You motherfuckers hating

I’m even on point while I’m faded

All my niggas get high

Eat good always, you niggas get by

Street money, rap money

This money, that money

Street money, rap money

This money, that money

Street money, rap money

This money, that money

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Street money, rap money

This money, that money

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Shorty see my calves

Says you must play for the Cavs, goddamn

Stay ten on the body, on the body

Throw bands at the party, the party

Got a thick thing on Biscayne

Bout to get paid with this 'cain

Aztecs shorts, B&G kicks that’s just to play the sports

One plane gripping

Whole chest dripping

We shining at the luncheon

My jewelry gives steam like a dumpling

A1 trabajo, all my niggas got dough

Flexing like a slinky

Word to every diamond on my pinky

You motherfuckers hating

I’m even on point while I’m faded

All my niggas get high

Eat good always, you niggas get by

You motherfuckers hating

I’m even on point while I’m faded

All my niggas get high

Eat good always, you niggas get by

«Look I always had son, a lot of cats ain’t built for a lot of this shit.

This shit ain’t no minute shit, know what I’m saying?

This shit ain’t no

motherfucking 1776, no minutemen revolution shit.

You know what I’m saying?

This some lifetime shit, you know what I’m saying son?

A lot of niggas don’t

understand that shit.

You know what I’m saying?

A lot of these niggas just

fucking add one to the mix.

Them, they whole crew.

A lot of niggas,

you know what I’m saying?

And that shit don’t fucking carry over with me.

See, you know I’m saying?»