I feel my work ain't enough
Conceived in hate yet taught to love
Hoping that nobody don't notice
The first three words she read were "i hate love"
Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy
Its irony that haters love to hate me,
Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win
That the world's in great depression
E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees
I love the money but i hate the cheese
I hate my design but roll with the love
In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because
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