Hate One
Kold South
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Pick em out, pick em out pick the fake ones out Pick em out, pick em out pick the fake ones out Pick em out, pick em out pick the fake ones out Pthe motherfucking fake ones out Life's a fucking game but I guess I gotta play it Look at all these haters, guess the hate I gotta breathe in I can smell my haters when I see them like a K9 Homies with their hands on my shoulders they deceiving Man it hurts the most when people close to me The ones who raise the glass who propose a toast to me Hype me up say you are like J cole to me But in reality, they wish the worst for me I ain't no Nas but I am spitting facts like Wikipedia More facts than the goddamn encyclopedia Life lessons people change like chameleon People still laughing like I am a comedian But I swear to God when the day comes When I am on the way to the top and the pace comes And when the pay comes, not on paystubs No more checking price tags before I get the A- stuff Yeh Pick em out pick em out I know Pick em out pick em out Pick out pick out People watch from the sidelines got a wide smile But the closer I look I see a fake line They got mad advice, but they nasty like grime They love to see me bleed like Jesus and wine Yo I know your intentions, I ain't addressing y'all All these conversations with people, stressing me ya'll It's messing my head, especially ya'll Lame ass advisory committee telling me what to do ya'll I ll let you in my vicinity Just to see me pave my way My dedication infinity That s the game I play Look at this pen and paper Watch how I make them rain Y'all losers stuck in your room Petting your one-eyed snake Giving em ounce of fame Just watching you burn would make my day Just watching you burn would make my day Pick em out, pick em out pick the fake ones out Pick em out, pick em out pick the fake ones out Pick em out, pick em out pick the fake ones out pick the motherfucking fake ones out Haters a blessing, they kinda stressing They are kinda depressing, I know But they teach me more lessons My smile kills em like Smith and Wesson Refreshing, that feeling is precious I relive it every second But when they come real close I split them in 3 like forks I f*ck their brains out Leave em standing in all fours doors closed sore starving Hit the crib have a dinner for four Hit the church, I confess before Father, I have been a sinner before Now it's getting worse than before I'm sweating hate through every pore My brain like waiting to explode They say my kith and kin and me was born in sin Dreaming of spilling and spitting this rap In an LA villa While my hands go for my balls like Cinderella Middle finger in the air Gucci under**** under my Gucci garment I am bare My windows tinted to the glare My chicks they come in pair Get my dream automobile, and I need no break or fast or dinner Just wanna spill and spit these raps getting slimmer than shady Wanna feel that feeling when I know that I made it Yeh, when I know that I made it I just wanna know that I made it My cadence radiating through every pore, coz I see my life is fading Conduct shows where they got light on the floor Yell at the mic, I gotta hell lotta fight
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