Chuck Paradi$e - Kill The Hate

Mmmmhmmm (Yeaaa)
I was left alone
I learned to get it on my own
Foot over the gas
Strap over the load
Oh No (Oh No)
Its to be sold not told
These snakes hate to love
Love to hate you when you on
I stand on it if I said it
Dont make me make you regret it
I tutored a coupled n*****
They ran off and took the credit (Ha)
Maxed out they limit
Now they dont get no connection
Say my name on a track
Better go get some protection
Bitch we steppin
My nephew got that loaded Kel-Tec
Let it fire at you Demon Time
You burn in hell next
Fuck friends (Fuck friends)
I I I wake up to dead presidents
Most these n***** frauds
And they got fed relatives
I dont shake no hands
That smile dont match yo energy
These n***** play pretend
They dont have an identity
Indirected not respected
But keep droppin subs
They need people like me
Plus I got the plug
Whole lotta fuckery
In them Instagram stories
Posting for ya self
Nobody Instagram saw it
N****, where ya catalog (Huh)
Where ya visuals (Where)
You a tagalong
N**** U despicable
I show these DMs
You gone look fuckin pitiful
The last nigga I cut off
Still fuckin miserable
Dont play with me
Play with ya kids fuck n****
Ya big homie gettin hit
If he aint smart enough
To duck wit ya
He stuck wit ya
Aint no time to play the victim
My n***** usually play the block
After they blaze the kitchen
These niggas bitches
In reality thats a fact
1 shot
Out the 40 cal make you an acrobat
Eleventh grade I was the illest nigga
You aint half a that
N***** knew my name
Around them battles
I aint have to rap (Huh)
I smell the animosity
Its reakin out ya pores
You try to hide it
But I seen it sneakin out the door
You aint my child
They think I gotta pull they weight
Or sumn
The Temptations
Got me Im feelin like im David Ruffin
And this is slight
Just a warmer for I take flight
I put that bounty on they head
For a great price
Thats a Groupon
Off him like a coupon
Spend a lil bread like a crouton
Just let me tell it
You let them tell it
N***** really put it on nice
He dropped a flop said it was hot
Shit was on ice
We dont believe in you
You a copy paste stencil
Both got a brain
But we aint got the same mental
Im way smarter (Way smarter)
The shit I drop is way harder
You could be a goon or a goblin
Im Dwayne Carter
Haaaaaaa
Fuck No Im Chuck Paradi$e
Make sure you have no afterlife
Ya flesh just turn to parasites
No Illuminati
But you might be just be a sacrifice
The heat a boil a n**** skin
Like a bag a rice
All they do is lie
About they that this and that
Wonder why ya views low
Cause ya actually wack
Tired of livin (Huh)
Ill fuck around and pass you the strap
Help you guide it with two hands
And actually clap (bitch)
Kill The Hate
Stop it (Stop it)

Written by:
T. Benifield

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