Hate You 2

[Starlito]
Get your money, money never make a man
A man never break his word, a man never takes the stand
A man that believe in himself ain't scared to take a chance
Hell I did a lot worse just trying to make a grand
I wish for it, might have shorted yo sack but never snitched nor
Ran and got my gun for something I could use my fist for
I was pissed off, piss poor
Still afforded the liquor store
Spend it as I make as if I'm sure I'll go get some more
Not sure if I'mma make it so at least this way I get to enjoy
Just toured now I got plenty cards like One leg Richard
Or you might not get it, see I was hanging with those Lischey boyz
Shooting dice like it was my religion, yeah for rich or poor
Then Jt died, I still cry sometime
Niggas grow nuts when its hot outside They'll try you in the summertime
Picture this, air quit working.. Baby mama bitching
So he made it his mission.. To catch me slippin
Now I get surviellence on my phone let me see you in my kitchen
Ill send em to ya home pow pow, chest piece missing
I like her on the marley but on the X she different
One minute she cool... then the next she trippin
I told her don't fuck with them lame niggas! Unless he tippin
She sneeze when she bring me that cheese, and bless me with it
Till the death of me I guess I'll be a referee official
And yo bitch think I'm a referee whistle how she blow

Fuck you I hate you too, I hate you too
I ain't shit ain't it the truth
I hate you too, I hate you too
Fuck it I ain't shit, ain't it truth? I hate you too

[Don Trip]
Alright, truth is all I wanted was time with my son
But now that I get to see him I can't cuz I'm never home
I got to video chat with Jaylen over the phone
So right about now I'm in dire need of a clone
Always on the road, hardly ever alone
But I still don't need security, all I carry chrome
No I don't need them bottles or model bitches in thongs
All I need is my money, I just came to perform
I don't won't to be Wayne, No I don't want to be Sean
No I don't want to be Pac I just want to be Don
I plan to get rich as I can before I'm done
But if my record don't sell it's farwell and so long
It's back to riding dirty with my Pockets Full of Stone
I got bass in my trunk even if my speakers blown
The laws caught my ass I'm doing twenty years strong
Yeah I run it like a rush but the bank's my endzone
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