Blind hate for this worrisome champion
Insubordinate for good reason
You have been begging for a pair of 110s
Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress
We charging you niggas up you like it or not
.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot
Niggas gon' celebrate, and wait for the day
Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say
Heard you do anything for a pair of 110s
They at the same spot they making no progress
In a world that prays for peace, all we preach is hate.
High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait
Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight
The death of my father is the reason for my hate...
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