They Hate It (feat. Cale Charles)

They hate to see a nigga win Wait till I put the gloss on it, they gone see it bend See I ain't saving nam hundred that shit made to spend If you can't take it the grave let it hit the wind Back on my own now Since I was younger my hunger been hellish While you slumbered on sleep numbers with lumps in your belly I was tumbling trying to get it bumbling and buzzing For all my brothers and brethren When we get this honey what the fuck you gone tell me When I got the dank fired refried Niggas came from the Eastside, Southside, now we on the Westside Beachside shucks, they want to claim us when we squad up She want to bang fuck skeet slide yup So I came stuck repeat ride duck No containment, police not cuffing A lame thot skeezer nothing Small thing to a giant, young fee fye fuck them crush them If this a art not a science Im da Vinci to the subject Kimchi with the sustenance My substance is substantial My ammo is ample, my address is public They hate to see a nigga win Wait till I put the gloss on it, they gone see it bend See I ain't saving nam hundred that shit made to spend If you can't take it to the grave let it hit the wind Back on my own now They hate to see a nigga shine The type to probably take a penny if you make a dime Man you gone see your life pass tryna wait in line And niggas take your life fast at the faintest sign A world damned for the love of the paper cheese I probably would have did the same if I ain't believe Fuck with my goals and ambitions I got to make them bleed We dried the clothes and the dishes both in the same place Had my shit hanging on hangers, no one could claim space We sleeping shoulder to shoulder until some things change I highly doubt that you noticed I kept the same face Don't look like what you done been through is such a strange claim If they don't know ain't no helping that kinda quote kinda selfish And if you been where I been then you'd say the same thang Don't get me wrong I know niggas plot on your dome Shit I still get suspicious if a different car by my home Grant me serenity and not a federal loan Call just to check on me and not to see what I'm on This shit for eternity, that lil something in my head just keep irking me My big brother said its time for some surgery No anesthesia Im so used to hurting me and Im running thin I probably be a grave digger it wasn't for my kin I know the money change niggas so I don't depend But if you still the same nigga you ain't learning shit Give me all my roses while Im still here in my head Not too many round you that's gone really understand Give me my roses