HcTE ON ME

(Verse 1)



They hate to see you shine like illuminated begets

guess hatred begets hate pro created you yes?

get your blood boiling when I Motivate success

you do good I do better

I'm pushing you for the best/

Watching my every move like what he gonna do next/

I use to make my money flip

now I make it suplex

Got a plush duplex not bragging I came from nothing so what I am suppose to do/

But FLEX/

In a no flex zone

But I'm money power respect then condone/

cnd you ain't see shit

watch when L come home/

That's new money talking on old cell phones/

cnd These n***as smell sweet like female cologne/

Heater Get em baritone

own this city like Rome

NOcË seated like Caesar /

Spraying seeds on Conceited divas/

cfter 3 lines I get your Bitch laced like adidas

I'm the Don!



(Hook)

I watch them hate on Jesus so I know they hate on me

Even when I showed them love I still watch them hate on me

Oh well

Is it the money that make you wanna hate on me

Or Is it the honeys that make you want to hate on



(Verse 2)



Jealousy a female trait

you ain't a G for that/

I never hated on the next

ain't got no energy for that/

Guess when you to real you get enemies for that/

Reason why Martin Luther & Malcom X is laying flat

Or Christopher Wallace & Shakur ain't never coming back out (blackout)/

Cause your not suppose to have power when it's Blacks out/

get it? / we already know what that's about/

Guess they gonna hate me more because I'm letting facts out/

Use to take tours in rentals with raw
furthermore
We just wanted to make it further more/

Now we pharaohs

in Ferragamo by Salvatore

Looks turn foul

as we ball inside Barney store
(wtf you looking at?)

I'm in my zone/
spitting offensive lines time to score/

That marketing plan
I design like Tom ford/

I use to be just like you
so what you hating for/


I prayed for this time to come
so what you waiting for/

Oh Lord!



(Hook)

I watch them hate on Jesus so I know they hate on me

Even when I showed them love I still watch them hate on me

Oh well

Is it the money that make you wanna hate on me

Or Is it the honeys that make you want to hate on