Hate

[Verse 1]
Never had a bottle in hand and a smoke in the head
Fuck it,the most ignorant type of living I hate
I hate go there listen to stupid things I don't get
I hate go there every fucking day losing my faith
In independence of our choice who to be what to do
I rather sit at home and learn the things I didn't knew
See their fucking faces they making me so fucking angry
They gotta be cut like a leg with a fucking gangrene
They hungry for mocking of dumbasses in my group
They do it everyday like turning on fucking loop
Their hatred is overfull, shit my hate is coming to it
I don't know how i still haven't got under their influence
Shots-shots in the crowd and everybody ran
It was all a dream, I ain't no madman
Just watching they acting and i'm making them fucking notes
Then burn it to the ashes and put it to their throats
I was looking for this fucking angry beat and finally did it
The perfect sound, I'll make this song completed
And under my feet ten thousands of dead bodies
It's not the first time, homie, that's already my hobby

[Hook]
Fuck, shit, bitch, hitta'!
I don't care 'bout your glitta'!
You ain't Tyga, motherfucker!
You ain't striker, ain't no fighter!
Fuck, shit, bitch, hitta'!
I don't care 'bout your glitta'!
You ain't Tyga, motherfucker!
You ain't striker, ain't no fighter!

[Verse 2]
Feeling bad everyday, day smoking weed everyday
Come on motherfucker, that's the games i do play
I'm just kidding iI have never smoked anything
Besides the cigarettes I admit that was my mistake
Hate them fucking smoking morans who got only 15
Pack a day and say I gotta give up with coffeine
Just fuck off, shut your mouth, keep doing your thang
You didn't hear me? I heard something about yo gang
You acting like a gangsta from 90's movies
You don't see any beauty, all you see is damn booties
Hate you motherfucker, woman's gotta soul too
Maybe not good as yours but it's enough for you
In front of me talking how you got high last night
It just ganja - you say - I won't take any white
I don't give a fuck do what you wanna do
I can tell, that trashman is good profession too
You can hate me now
But i won't stop now
I get myself slower when six o's on my account
Money ain't a thang, but bitch get down

[Hook]
Fuck, shit, bitch, hitta'!
I don't care 'bout your glitta'!
You ain't Tyga, motherfucker!
You ain't striker, ain't no fighter!
Fuck, shit, bitch, hitta'!
I don't care 'bout your glitta'!
You ain't Tyga, motherfucker!
You ain't striker, ain't no fighter!

[Verse 3]
I hate going to sleep the day I gotta wake up
I hate to ask even if I really need the backup
I hate girls 'cause one day we gotta breakup
I hate the government, all I see is kurupt
The good people die first bad people come next
They promised that every motherfucker will get arrested
Ok, one done what about the rest?
And whom the fuck was that really adressed?
I need a hard reset, I want see war in our hearts
I wanna see how all this shit gonna fall apart
I hate to see when dipshits not making enough
Fuck, is there anything I do love?