Keep Hate Alive

5) Keep Hate Alive

Niggas talk a lotta shit bro
Niggas talk a whole lotta shit b
You hear em Reck? I hear em
I got something for em
Check it out…

Verse 1

This is Rocky before the jog
This is payday on the job
This is “What he say? Call the squad.”
I was ready for whatever for a minute now
Quiet as a virus now the librarian getting loud
Revered like Paul weird and tall
Cats talk a lot of shit and be scared to brawl
If i stood at the top i’d be prepared to fall
Satisfied when i drop pop and smear all y’all
Keep hating till you meet satan
Might chill
When that ice grill see what hе’s facing
The hate you gave littlе infants
Fuck everybody
I’m at White Castle i ca give a shit
OG at the j-o-b
Said you keep saying we like we in Pari’
The God was on point i’ma have to agree
Be a born again virgin word i gotta do me

Hook 1

Keep hate alive
Homie thats a weak state of mind
Take it each day at a time
Problem is niggas be afraid of the grind
See you on the rise now they lines ain’t sublime
All up in the comments talking outta pocket
Bro i pop the rocket and a lotta other nonsense
Word to John Gotti anybody ca get it
If you see me and you try me then i’m probably wit it

Verse 2

Hate what you know about it
I lay awake from mistakes
Like my brain won’t allow the shit to process
Man i gave out passes
When I should have gave gashes like Cassius
Put all this madness in the past tense
Momma still make me dinner like a babysitter
Day she leave i’ma ask her to take me with her
My nephews followed me i tried to lead us
Almost paid a price i couldn’t afford
Designer Prada sneakers
My 9 to 5 is not a lot to be desired
My girl wanna see the world
I just ask to see the lighter
God is a comedian tough act to follow
Waiting for the hook like i’m at The Apollo
I drew a self portrait on a punching bag
Beating myself up so long i just wanna laugh
I dreamed of Doom-like adulation
Still blessed like gazoontight Salutations

Hook 2

Keep hate alive
Homie thats a weak state of mind
Take it each day at a time
Problem is niggas be afraid of the grind
See you on the rise now they lines ain’t sublime
All up in the comments talking outta pocket
Bro i pop the rocket and a lotta other nonsense
Word to John Gotti anybody ca get it
If you see me and you try me then i’m probably wit it