Mama ain't raise no fool, true
I hate it and i hate you,
If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan
Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man
My talent should take me places i've never been
When my crimes causes such a reaction
My records sell, yes sir
And i hate the chilly weather
Im washin off another plate
Its the things that i hate
Golly wolly i, still hear the hate
City national bank evolve into shape
But he don't rule a thing
I hate the condescending
I said it before i know you're reaction before you have it
Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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