PoloManHB - Hate
I done got use to hate
Last bitch say I wasent faithful
But she still stuck on me like we stapled
Ion really care what a hoe gotta say
Gotta play on the phone,while I'm busting down a plate
Running up a check with my young nighas
Riding round the city with a drum nigha
No warning shots.if I ever bust some shots
I bet that a nigha be done nigha
Look at my neck and my wrist
Burberry all on my jit
Chanel & guyord on my bitch
Christin loubitin on my kicks
From walking to driving a whip
From working to bossing Some shyt
I came from the streets had to trap
I keep me a stick & a pack
I'm serving while griping the Mac
I'm watching for crackers & snakes
These nighas plotting they fake
I just put bands in the safe
Real trappers only relate
Just took a flight for a play
10 pounds is coming today
Post man bring them to place
Got a connect out of state
Got to double of this plate
My girl just text me she late
& I still got me a case
My lawyer say that I'm gate
Motion dismiss on the way
I got Hand cuffs on my waist
Dam Des been locked since 08
I grind to make sure he straight
My ole girl pray that I'm safe
Ducking the pigs & the snakes
Peeping the real & fakes
I done got use to the hate
I done got use to the hate(x4)
I done got use to hate
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I got 13 reasons like Hannah baker
Nigha try me go terminator
Snitches are bugs
Ima exterminate em
I remember I was broke
I was going crazy
Jumped off the porch
& I got some guap
Move me some tress
& move me some rocks
I hit me some houses
& bust a few cots
It took me a while
But I came a lot
Some people gave up on me
Some friends turned enemies
Some of these nighas be hating
Cause with no shovel they bitch digging me
These nighas my mini me's
they hate & they envy me
My ex's still calling me
Cause none of these nighas compare to me
Rip to my fucking cousin
Dominick Arthur,his best friend bust him
Middle finger up to the cops
Cause my Aunty still crying
Cause she ain't get no justice
On top of that her other son still doing time
& she praying that he come home focused
I'm just out here on the mother fucking grind
I'm the last hope and a nigha know this
I was locked up doing time
Came home stayed on the grind
Fresh out of jail with the iron
Fresh out of jail doing crime
Still out on bond facing time
Paid attorney bout to go trail
A lot of these nighas be lying
Hating on me from the sideline
I done got use to the hate
Written by:
LAREN EMILE
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