Kota the friend - Hate

Thank you, God bless you
Yeah (beautiful)
I'm 'bout to have some fun with it (thank you very much)
If you enjoyed yourselves tonight
you have been listening to (Statik Selektah)
Yeah, I'm 'bout to have some fun
I'm 'bout to enjoy myself reql quick, hol' up

The rap Banksy, I don't care how you paint me
It took a lot of negative energy to create me
Still, I flip it to a positive quick
They be calling me the snare how I'm following kicks
I'm on a island, the sun is shining
My shorty fire in a bonnet, we kinda toxic
I tell the future for the profit, I'm in my pocket
A lot of people finna knock it, I be like, "Stop it"
You know this shit is the real deal, comin' for you niggas like Kill Bill
Made it out the gutter doing numbers and still real
She curved me in '07 but you know I'ma still kill
Young brown boys, how we came up from Lil' Bills
If I spend a hundred K, you know that I'm makin' it back
If I say that shit off the Henny, I ain't takin' it back
If I'm plantin' seeds, then you know that I'm makin' it grow
If the beat is open, then you know that I'm lacin' the track

Ayy (hey), I could do this shit all day
Niggas throwing shade, get up out of my face (my face)
I'ma still win and you haters gon' hate (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey, hey, hey

(Listening) Dead Poets Society on the replay
My top drop, people say hi to me on the freeway
I'm with a local shorty out in Philly eatin' cheesesteak
Summer in Berlin while my city in a heatwave (listening)
We out in Chile, she got me tickets for my B-day
Had to do a PJ because the flight was delayed
Hit it on the balcony, I don't know how to behave
Young and havin' fun with the luxury, told her, "Fuck with me"
Lower East Side, the fashion is extra buttery
Keep it innovative, these other people is wanna-bes
So I think it's hella ironic when they come for me
Henry, you betrayed me, you was always like a son to me
Never sail my niggas down the river for the currency
Got the game shook 'cause I'm buzzin' like a bumblebee
Up and at it, gotta get to the cabbage
Hoppin' on a flight while ignorin' all my baggage
I'm strivin' for the excellence, allergic to the average
I look into the mirror and tell him that he's a savage like


Ayy (hey), I could do this shit all day
Niggas throwing shade, get up out of my face (my face) (yeah, yeah)
I'ma still win and you haters gon' hate (yeah, yeah) (hey)
Hey, hey, hey

I got time sellin' rhymes like dimes
On the grind like it's still '09, don't let a meal go by
I want the food so I'm using every tool
Dropping summer heat June to June
They know I'm comin' for the win
'cause they notice I refuse to lose
Flyin' past haters even when I choose to cruise
Check the facts later, this should not be news to you
Gettin' cast while I'm coolin' in a pool with Bruce
Got my own set of laws so them rules for you (hey)
Used to knockin' down doors, let me use the room
Never see me act a fool for views
Only thing I'm really postin' on the 'Gram is my muse and tunes, uh
I took the Henny straight, coach, let me play (hey)
I put him in the game, let him do this shit his way (listening)
I'm steady pitchin' out the love while I'm catchin' hate
Gotta put yourself in position so you can catch the break

Ayy (hey), I could do this shit all day
Niggas throwing shade, get up out of my face (my face)
I'ma still win and you haters gon' hate (hey)
Hey, hey, hey

Ayy (hey), I could do this shit all day
Niggas throwing shade, get up out of my face (my face)
But we still win, and you haters gon' hate (listening)
Hey, hey, hey

If you have not enjoyed yourself tonight, you've been not listening (hey)

Writers: PATRICK BARIL , Avery Jones

Lyrics © TUNECORE INC

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