Hate Be Real (Remix) ft. Millyz & Smoke Bulga Lyrics

Bulga

Oh my god, Neezy

8 Zipp

Blanco

Staring at my soul but my vision's blurry

Still on the same team, never switched to jersey

I was really in the trenches, now it's Cribs and Jersey

Phone on DND, can't let this bitch disturb me

Sky flyin', lookin' over the Atlantic

Independent but I'm movin' like I'm signed to Atlantic

Shots fired in the function, seen the whole spot panicked

Had a Blanco on the titties, all my bitches get branched

20,000 on designer, I've been livin' outlandish

Ferraris, Aston Martins, got the keys when we landed

No family, only my mom all alone abandoned

Ended up in the trap, choppin' boulders of tan shit

Swervin' on the van with blood in my eyes

Rappers fakin', but y'all fall for every one of them lies

They tryin' to infiltrate the circle and be one of the guys

I been broke before, ain't goin' back, that fuck with my pride

617's finest in Dior blinders

Sped pieces for the gang because we all shinin'

Tryin' to elevate and leave the streets behind us

But they won't let us like Carlitos way, so I can't put this heat away

617's finest in Dior blinders

Sped pieces for the gang because we all shinin'

Tryin' to elevate and put the streets behind us

But they won't let us like Carlitos way, so I can't put this heat away

It's Blanco

The hate be real when it come from the closest people

Sometimes they be around just so they can feel equal

The pain they inject in me with, I bet it's more legal

Wonder why they die in the rain, the streets will teach you

You supposed to be low-key if you out here sellin' kilos

Where I'm from, I was taught to carry it like it's legal

Every day it's a roll of the dice and I ain't playin' CeeLo

Lord forgive me for my sins, please cover me from this evil

They hate to see me win you see em fakin' the love

It hurts more when y'all come from the same mud

See, look what the pain does

I can feel it in my soul when the rain comes

Like Betrayal comin' straight from a day one

Gotta watch around you

If it ain't addin' up, then give them some distance

Your gifts in the presents, they couldn't relate to Christmas

Gotta manage your company before they get in your business

Ever see your man's name in your discovery as a witness

If you listen closely, you better move low-key

Cause they don't wanna see you try to eat without their own piece

You should value your time way more than you value rollies

I done seen stars and they prime get turned to trophies

Too many died in the rain

Headshot

Couldn't imagine the pain

Left in them streets as a permanent stain

To this day, they can't remember his name

So watch what the streets teach you

And be careful on who you be lettin' reach you

The hate be real when it come from the closest people

Sometimes they be around just so they can feel equal

The pain they injected me with, I bet it's more lethal

Wonder why they die in the rain

The streets will teach you

You supposed to be low-key if you out here sellin' kilos

Where I'm from, I was taught to carry it like it's legal

Every day it's a roll of the dice and I ain't playin' CeeLo

But forgive me for my sins

Please cover me from this evil

In palm angels on demon time

this gen five in my palm turn you to an angel in the sky

Remix eight zips to a half a brick

Milly on my hip in the trap while I water whip

You could die for this Cuban R.I.P. takeoff

Rockets on me out of Houston

Menace to society

O dog with the side aim

Pull up on your bitch 200 thou in a driveway

Two sticks with drums feel like Travis Barker

If Boston was boxin'

Bolger like Crawford

My record flawless

I be havin' the belts

Ross teachin' me the game and how to master the wealth

They went all sad

Feds came

They was happy to tell

Had them singin' over pies like they Patti LaBelle

Fuck the opps

All them broke boy mocks

I put green on they head like them niggas Marcus Smart

My shooters got the drop

Bout to spin them niggas block

With two eagles, two colts

Like the car was Noah's Ark

That white girl Coco put some ice on my tee

Used to call a trap Home Depot O.T

Cause I was in the kitchen orange apron cuttin' keys

Maybach Music

The hate be real when it come from the closest people

Sometimes they be around just so they can feel equal

The pain they inject in me with I bet it's more lethal

Wonder why they die in the rain the streets will teach you

You supposed to be low key if you out here sellin' kilos

Where I'm from I was taught to carry it like it's legal

Everyday it's a roll of the dice and I ain't playin' CeeLo

Forgive me for my sins

Please cover me from this evil

The hate be real when it come from the closest people

Sometimes they be around just so they can feel equal

The pain they inject in me with I bet it's more lethal

Wonder why they die in the rain the streets will teach you