They Hate It ft. Cale Charles Lyrics

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