Hate in Your Soul Future

[Intro]
Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box, know what I'm sayin'?
If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothin' about it
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it
You done sold your soul, you can't do nothin' about it

[Verse 1]
One for the money, yes sir, two for the show
A couple years ago, sellin' blow in Mexico
Was a starter, something good
Now I pull up in the 'Rari, I'm in my hood
Yeah, just rollin' that dank up
Niggas ain't never wanted no war with us
Niggas ain't never did fly with us
Bitch, my clique notorious
Bet you can't come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like this
Got a bankroll like I'm still servin' that fish scale
I did a girl in private, she don't wanna hide it
Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
I'm takin' this personal, nigga, like Monica
I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas
I keep a strap on me, Osama, you know I came and conquered
I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I'm in Chanel and Prada