NoPhilter - Love Me or Hate Me

You can hate me, I don't give a fuck
That shit, never phase me, I do for the love
Got money on mind, call me daddy big bucks
Doing hella fine with a baddy in the truck
Got love for the music, got love for the show
Got love for a P, of the gas on the low
Got love for the the fam, that never gave a damn
Taught me never turn your back, cause you just never know
Got love for the ones that we lost to the street
Time after time getting, caught with some weed
Locked up for fees, or caught with the heat
And the judge the lost the keys and they won't let them free
Got love for the kids, that just want to live
With no food up in there tummy or money to buy shit
Got no love for the friends, that are always on the fence
Acting like a lil bitch, when they talk hella shit
Got 8 for the bitchs with the Kung Fu grip
Living for the moment, when they come through lit
Leaving panties at the door, when they come through the crib
Getting down on all fours, when the come for the dick
You don't gotta like me
You're living in a pipe dream
I always keep it Gucci
I will never be like Nike
Your hating on my kool aid
Your girly loves my psyche
She gripping on my two chains
Pulling on my white T
No debate, I can sense the hate
Its been an every day thing ince the second grade
Mrs. Cook used to say, I would never be a thing
Then I made her salary, twice in a single day
I blew it on a chain and a brand new truck
Got a quarter key of shneef an I Hooved it all up
Like, I don't give a fuck! I don't want to be the plug
I'm in love with the drip, dry ripping it at lunch
Liquor in my cup, smoking on some bud
Making six figures, In the summer every month
Rolling up the chronic, steady puffing on exotic
I don't fuck with hydroponics only get it out the mud
No flex, we ain't doing kegels
At birth we're equal, the earthly sequel
Tell me do the they really mean to hurt my people?
Tell us that were special and then serve the ego
Then give us all touch screen and watch the weeds grow
Insecurity and self doubt and all the peep shows
Make you question your existence, among this freak show
No wonder all these mutha fuckers turn so, evil!
You don't gotta like me
You're living in a pipe dream
I always keep it Gucci
I will never be like Nike
Your hating on my kool aid
Your girly loves my psyche
She gripping on my two chains
Pulling on my white T
What the fuck you really want from me?
Honestly?
Tell me, have you ever even talked to me?
Could you, even handle half my truth
Logically?
With out acting like a bitch with no pot to pee?
Cause there's some things I've seen
That will kill your dreams
From living on the run, to sleeping on the street
To seeing bodies cut in pieces and crushed up teeth
Over zips of weed, like you don't get to breath
You don't live for free
Heard a dude get raped, right next to me
Over honey buns and ramen like, you pay the fee
Or you take the D, and that's a major fee
It will make you bleed and cry your self to sleep
So you better find another way to make believe
That your a Bad Mother Fucker when you striking keys
Cause if I catch you out in public, I will break your cheeks
You don't gotta like me
You're living in a pipe dream
I always keep it Gucci
I will never be like Nike
Your hating on my kool aid
Your girly loves my psyche
She gripping on my two chains
Pulling on my white T
So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!
I'm only speaking the truth
Hate me and I'ma hate you
A hater gone hate and a player gone play
And there's not a damn thing you can do
Ever bring your bitch around
I swear to god I'm a take her too
You don't gotta like me
You're living in a pipe dream
I always keep it Gucci
I will never be like Nike
Your hating on my kool aid
Your girly loves my psyche
She gripping on my two chains
Pulling on my white T

Written by:
Rich Sherman

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