Love It or Hate It Lyrics

Love it or hate it 

I'm on my grind none stop 

And I can't sleep 

Nigga 

Until I'm on top 

Why they envy me?

Must be mvp

And I ain't going no where 

You got to get to know me 

Run up the money 

The only time you see me sprinting 

You ain't chasing your dreams 

My nigga 

You ain't really living 

I don't stay on the scene 

I'm trying to stack it to the ceiling 

Fuck a feeling 

It ain't green 

I ain't going for it 

How you staying on your grind 

But ain't got nothing that you showing for it 

Rocking Yeezy 

Fuck a Tom Ford 

I ain't wearing designer 

If all my people had to die for it

It's on my mental 

I can't cry for them

But I roll a three-five 

Spark it up 

And I get high for them

Put that shit up in the sky for them

Lost some niggas 

Now he only put his trust inside the styrofoam 

His nigga never made the ride home 

When it come to the stories 

I never tell him 

So I'm speaking 

Cut off my nigga 

He way to stuck on getting even 

Yeah I fucked up 

Watching my progress 

No I ain't luck up 

I don't give a fuck 

You call it stuck up 

Deuces I'm a chuck up 

Like 

Yeah 

Why they envy me?

Aye

Get out the trenches 

I know they say you pushing thirty 

Riding with niggas 

Your cup full 

Sprite dirty 

I ain't dying for niggas 

I only kill for myself 

Can't be lying to niggas 

I keep it real with myself 

Like  

Why I go and think about the times 

Gone wrong? 

When I'm in the stew 

ET phone home 

And I got the aux cord

This gone be a long song 

Locked in the crib 

Cause my soul homegrown 

See I 

Ride with my niggas 

But I'd die for myself 

I don't need friends 

Get high by myself 

Lying to my face 

Why would I lie to myself 

No

I don't catch vibes

I can vibe with myself 

So I'm good on the drank

And we good on the smoke 

Get your mind right 

Lay down 

Stay woke 

And when the time right 

You gone shine 

Don't choke 

I don't need the limelight 

Been lit 

No joke 

How you staying on your grind

But ain't got nothing that you showing for it 

Rocking Yeezy 

Fuck a Tom Ford 

I ain't wearing designer 

If all my people had to die for it 

It's on my mental I can't cry for them 

But I roll a four-five 

Spark it up 

And I get high for them

Put that shit up in the sky for them

Lost some niggas 

Now he only put his trust inside the styrofoam 

His nigga never made the ride home 

Yeah