Hate Me Don’t You (feat. $KEETA, Jackboy Dee, 30 Wayz, Laray Da Savage, Big Tony, Fastmoneydboy, Milli Bucks & Nico ABN)
Tha Rejectz, Trae tha Truth & Cal Wayne
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tha Rejectz
Performer
Trae tha Truth
Performer
Cal Wayne
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jackboy Dee
Songwriter
Frazier Othel Thompson III
Songwriter
Cal Wayne Killa
Songwriter
Laray Eagans
Songwriter
Jermaine Devon Smith
Songwriter
ANTONIO SAENZ
Songwriter
Kedric Jones
Songwriter
MYKEAH PICKETT
Songwriter
Ramish Damone Johnson
Songwriter
Lyrics
Jump out the book, yeah, they know it's me
Know I smell like weed
****, these bracelets cost me six a piece
Serving dope fiends
She don't know me, but she got on her knees
Racks in my jeans
They couldn't picture this like, Mona Lisa
Jump out the safe, I'm just out here blitzin'
I might walk the block, somethin' foreign
Bitch, I'm that, no question
I be wantin' to chill, I just can't
I be on they necks, this shit on my neck
Lookin' stupid, check my neck
Work the trap until we break the lease
Dirty money and residue my pedigree
Keep a scale close to me
Glued to me, up like I'm supposed to be
Watch how you approachin' me
200 on the dash, you can't get close to me
High-end shoes on in the mud without a sting on me
Yeah, I know the takers, they protectin' me
Them tabs keep me trappin', I can't go to sleep
Ruberband in the money in the kitchen
Trappin' ain't a hobby, it's religion
Money plagiarized
It's maybach gone fade the day
Bitch, I'm fly, I made the flight
All these diamonds made to fight
That's what call me Rackman
On they head like cat scan
Apocalypse, I blacked it out
Hop out that bitch like Batman
Yes, I be white, I chalked them down
I'm way up, they talkin' dine
This glass, I might walk him down
Stand on 10, I don't talk around
Fuck him, I'm off the wrist
APs ain't like this
Ice on T, no bris
Bitch, ain't shit gon' miss
Broke ****, emotional, they pissed
I got like two flip phones
Jumpin', I been in the slums
Out night slummin'
I know how to make somethin' outta nothin'
You come by the back gate, I got it pumpin'
The world got a stamp on it
Drop a 28 and took it out the wrecks
And it was lookin' like bathwater
Ballin' back to life, whippin' on the right
Wrist game, that's some tap water
Switch cards at the half point
Bucked off in a black Charger
I gotta play like a hour away
If they payin' the ticket, I'm bringin' the order
Winner time in a pack of starter
Hurraches on, gettin' off quarter
We finna fuck up the city with this
And the squad is on, on nobody harder
Hey, hi, ****, jump fly
****, don't try, ****, they strapped
You rappin', that's all cap
Fall back, call Jack
Now the pitch that I came back
Now the ish, the cake ain't scratched
Get up, baby, aristocrats
While the roaches ate the rat
First lick, try to convince
This real crack and this ain't wax
Three strikes, high like a match
Check on his head like a Nike hat
Studio right inside the trap
I was hittin' licks
While I was writin' raps
Real ****, I don't like the cap
Let them **** roll a dice and crap
Hey, facts, my cigar got thraxx
Four pockets full, swear
Them lil' babies, they got packs
They won't smoke, then we won't match
All these war wounds, all these tats
Victocrats been on my back
**** lyin', they don't know Jack
****, facts
Look, I keep my foot on them
And they tryin' to kill him
They keep comin' and yellin'
For help on him
I get right under the bed
With the monsters, laugh in they face
Cause no, I don't fear em
My beef come with action
These bitches be actin'
That's why I be taxin'
I'm chillin' with Jax
And fuckin' with Grant
With Benjamin Franklin
Keepin' it crackin'
I need my back end up front
I ain't doin' no waitin'
I waited to raise my price
And now they be payin'
For what I be sayin'
I'm one of them, but they ain't one of me
I know they can see
They peepin' my cadence
Now if I wanted, I'd take it
Dear Lord, I been prayin' for patience
I made a livin' off of my story
Just to told the engineer to record it
I was runnin' wild with a lil' chrome 25
Before I shot a 40
I was pullin' up like a cab
Pealin' off like a scab
Turned the kitchen into a lab
On the coffee table, cut slabs
Puttin' vacuum seals on the pound
I was doublin' down on the jab
I was 21 when the law kicked the door
Me, my bitch, and my child
I'm a renegade, I'm a menace
And I been standin' on business
All the fuckin' bitches in the prison
This is real talk, no gimmick
Man, buddy drop a diss, he disappear
Let's get that crystal clear
Thousand rounds up out the sprinter
Make a **** spread for real
They drop a bag, we get the bill
We turnin' demons into spirits
Double tap, that sense to kill
I'm more like Hank, you Jack and Jill
Play with that gang, get jacked and killed
These ain't just lyrics, don't rap for real
Somali part, I'm captain here
She drive the boat, don't have to steer
I'm high off shrooms, no pop pills
You want my head, then sign the deal
**** shootin', **** tellin'
Then go to 12, no action here
Every day I wake up
Smoker wanna wake up
Money hungry, skeet
I spit that shit that you can't make up
Youngster gettin' ate up
In a Vaco by a smoker
With murder on his mind
Be cautious when you approach
Mama, she a smoker
Daddy, he a hoe
His role model sold dope
So he gon' go for what he know
Posted front the store
The same store where **** died at
Different type of beef
When you slide, a **** slide back
My lil' homies in your spot
I'm outside on the phone with them
Green light the play, I'm really thuggin'
So I roll with them
Two clips wrapped in duct tape
Sixty on the stick
Hit a lick
With a ****, fuck around
Don't give him shit
Got shot and I ain't tell
I was sittin' in the cell
Boy, I ready be a cold day in hell
Fuck with me, I'ma do ya
That's on five deuce Hoover
Who will protect myself?
****, I don't need a shooter
Uh, jump out the boot
Yeah, they know it's me
Know I smell like weed
****, these braces
Cop me six a piece
Servin' dope fiends
She don't know me
But she got on her knees
Racks in my jeans
They couldn't picture this
Like Mona Lisa
Uh, jump out the safe
I'm just out here flexin'
I might walk the block
Somethin' foreign
Bitch, I'm that, no question
I be wanting to chill
I just can't
I be on they necks
This shit on my neck
Lookin' stupid
Check my neck
Written by: ANTONIO SAENZ, Cal Wayne Killa, Frazier Othel Thompson III, Jackboy Dee, Jermaine Devon Smith, Kedric Jones, Laray Eagans, MYKEAH PICKETT, Ramish Damone Johnson
