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Hate - FN DaDealer
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Hate - FN DaDealer
[Chorus]
Rings in my ear cost me a ten, I can't even hear ’em
Cartier my shades for the hate, I can't even see 'em
Niggas in my way, I ain’t hittin' brakes, I'd hate to be 'em
Everything straight, my life is great, I can't complain, nah, for real
I done got that bag right, yeah, yeah, yeah
I done got that sack right, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't goin' back, nah, I ain't gotta steal and rob
I done got that sack, dog, it’s time to ball

[Verse 1]
I done ran this shit up to the ceiling, now it’s Shaq tall
Police think I'm killin’ or I'm dealin', I'm just rappin’, dog
You don't know that feeling when you get it and you lose it all
You don't know that feeling when you spin it and thеm bodies drop
Fuck the cops, drop an opp, grab them Glocks, lеt's hit they block
Really had this shit the worst, I had to pop
I can't sit and lie like I wasn't hurtin', we ain't have a lot
They wonder why I brag a lot, 'cause I ain't have shit to brag about (Nigga)
That was back then, now I'm livin' lavish
Cash out on a couple carats
Clarity, you ain't gon' see these barely
Clarity, you ain't gon' see these barely
Money on money, this shit gettin' scary (Very)
Yeah, but I'ma run this shit up 'til they bury me (Let's do it)
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