More Hate Than Love Lyrics

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Ay ay ay

Breezy

Mikesbreezy

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Ay ay

If I tried to do this shit

Would they hate me, would they stop me

I went out and bought a gun

Heard some sukkas trynna pop me

I've been through the system they're scared that I will catch a body

Dry snitching on my name just for me to steal his shawty

I get more hate than love there ain't no lovin over here

Feel like the Reaper getting close I can feel him gettin near

Everybody wanna listen but nobody really wanna hear

Seen death a couple times but I ain't never dropped a tear

Designer jeans, Gucci belt, that's the reason that I sag

Police on me for no reason that's what happen when you rap

I'm on the field I see a sukka so I'm goin for the sack

30 round vector clip in my MCM bag

It's a evil world we live in everybody wants you down

Ain't no love till you dead or you locked up in the pound

Everybody fuck with Breezy why don't you take a look around

Tell my shooters keep on shooting I'm just in love with the sound

He almost got away this probation got me fat

But I been heavyweight there ain't nothing new to that

Grabbed the ski mask out the door I think today I'll ditch the cap

Lost my closest to the violence now there ain't no switching that

If I say go you better blow ain't no questions asked

We gon surely slide for sure

Put him in the past now I feel safer at my show

Gotta get this bag we went from shooting through the door

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(If I tried to do this shit)

(Would they hate me, would they stop me)

(I went out and bought a gun)

(Heard some sukkas trynna pop me)

(I've been through the system they're scared that I will catch a body)

(Dry snitching on my name just for me to steal his shawty)

Demons in my head no I just can't sleep

Talkin bout my pops smoked his ass cuz it was that deep

I don't do no arguing I'd rather let the strap speak

One shot you down I didn't know that you was that weak

I get more hate than love there ain't no lovin over here

Feel like the Reaper getting close I can feel him gettin near

Everybody wanna listen but nobody really wanna hear

Seen death a couple times but I ain't never dropped a tear

Designer jeans, Gucci belt, that's the reason that I sag

Police on me for no reason that's what happen when you rap

I'm on the field I see a sukka so I'm goin for the sack

30 round vector clip in my MCM bag

Free Breezy

Free bro

Free all the sukkas in the pen that can't go