Its so sad he pretending, hate to tell ya dawg you ain't got no happy ending
Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring
That's why i'm makin' money
Dont love, just hate on me
// [you show me nothing but hate]
I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate
I hate my design but roll with the love
And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus
I love and hate this world, this goes out to ma pops
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops
While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for
I love the hate but i aint got no time to savor the flavor
And that was when i was in the eighth grade
But if i lose you now i'll replace love with hate
Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate
And god himself, bringing in the love and taking away the hate
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