Lyrics:
Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that keeps us together
Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that lasts forever
Driven by hate, driven by hate
Driven by
Life is rich, but it's way too short
You make a lot of money, but you just want more
I don't need the pain right here in my heart
But I hate every
voices in my head)
(Two minutes left) Bunch of fucking roaches, man
Jeter, married to the game without a pre-nump
And she don't act up, if I don't eat
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw those thrashers rolling by
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin' like my day had just begun
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw those thrashers rolling by
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin' like my day had just begun
up I got
The toaster by the bar
I get cake cuz I always got a hustle
I pump weight and I ain’t
Talkin’ ’bout my muscles
At the club every day but that
to me in my dreams
Is she taken? (Is she taken?) Is she mine? (Is she mine?)
Don't got time don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by
at
Got a couple of them stacks finna mix it wit the Coniac
Weight a minute, weight a minute
Weight a minute, weight a minute
I'm at the club where
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
to me in my dreams
Is she taken, is she taken? Is she mine, is she mine?
Don't got, don't care, don't have two ish to give
Let me take you by the hand
the hell did I do?
Hey just shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin' me by my motherfuckin hair!
Let go of my motherfuckin
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents
comes home drunk
and he's just dead weight, he'll never leave the ground
He tries to stand but he keeps falling down
and it's hard to know he doesn't
So don't hand me no anger
I'll be crushed by the weight
That's the high price of hate
That's the high price of hate
Lord what's the cost of my
head strong
If I quit now, then I'm dead wrong
Fightin' off this hunger for hours
Big stepper, nigga, don't get stepped on
The money might fade, but
by) ('Face Mob)
Yeah
Free the wave, Max B Biggavel
Got the coupe wide as heaven, give 'em hell
Set it on the scale
Name hold weight, whole
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
inspired by that feelin' that I provided (talk to 'em)
Book of Conway, I'm far from my final chapter (uh-huh)
Retired trapper, my idols wasn't no rappers
for a minute
Had to drop the dead weight, kind of stocky for a minute
Put some diamonds in my watch, playing hockey for a minute
Tryna stop me
Man i hate it when I'm in the club
Or out on the streets and
All these cats run up on me
Talkin bout what they doin, and
Who they set the liquor
to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas dead out here
Hangin' onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin' all that red
Stood on the block for 20 minutes
Nigga got off all my blow
Silver rockin' niggas try to hate my gold
Bouncer ass niggas wanna hate my swole
Fiends run
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