TheInfamousD.I.Z - Hate Me

Road to the millions
They all caught up in they feelings
Think nobody really get it
Nigga you can hate me when i'm finished
Trying to focus on the digits
Tired of them fucking up my buisness
We about to raise ceilings
Y'all can hate me when i'm finished
Yeah
Then nothing was the same
I keep on seeing change
That I know I can't avoid no more
Keep running from my pain
Just doubled up on dranks
Pour it up
Blackout bitch and then I go again
Cause a while back you know I was feeling great
But I know now that was just a cover to be sane
Getting caught up with the fame
Different picture in the frame
Nothing close to fair exchange
Little change in my pocket
Got me switching out the lanes
Swerving out of traffic
All this down shit almost turn me to an addict
Built my life to move around my many numbered habits
Then I let go of my grasping
Now my mind collapsing
Uh
This got me gasping for air woah
Ain't nothing more to compare woah
So tired of it fucking up my buisness
Oh Yeah yeah yeah
On God just know you can hate me when i'm finished
Road to the millions
They all caught up in they feelings
Think nobody really get it
Nigga you can hate me when i'm finished
Trying to focus on the digits
Tired of em' fucking up my buisness
We about to raise ceilings
Y'all can hate me when I'm finished
Yeah
I think my momma probably hate me
I think my father probably hate me
I think my siblings probably hate me
But i'm just tryna brings us great things
I think the homies probably hate me
I think the girlies probably hate me
Fuck if the media gone hate me
You can hate me when i'm finished
Look
Eat that's unnecessary
Sleep that's unnecessary
Stress that's hereditary
Fucking up my meditary
Scary how I used to care about it now it varies
On the day to day every single second feeling barren
To me
Fake on fake all they asses they want me to carry
Real recognize Real
Sorry you all blurry to me
Need better contacts
Just so I can sort out all my contacts in my phone
And cut off all this nonscene
Profits
Coming in that finally give me options
Honestly
I'd rather be a baller than a prophet
Cause I could pass it on to the generations past that
And still have enough to pay a couple debts back on cash app
Look
Just wait till I get past that
Three in the morning up looking like a sad sack
Think it's time for me to go ahead and pack the backpack up
And then search around for the fast track and walk that
Yeah
Chameleon up in this bitch I blend into the background
They don't seem to notice me around
Would there even be a point for me to be around
I'm leaving town
Never looking back or peering round
Vagabond in life
Hope I one day get it right
Hope I one day figure life out
And then know i'll be alright
Finally find a place where all my problems out of sight
And I don't have to go through hell before I see the light
Wouldn't that be nice
Road to the millions
They all caught up in they feelings
Think nobody really get it
Nigga you can hate me when i'm finished
Trying to focus on the digits
Tired of em' fucking up my business
We about to raise ceilings
Y'all can hate me when I'm finished
Yeah
I think my momma probably hate me
I think my father probably hate me
I think my siblings probably hate me
But i'm just tryna brings us great things
I think the homies probably hate me
I think the girlies probably hate me
Fuck if the media gone hate me
You can hate me when I'm finished

Written by:
Anthony De Anda

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