"Hateful + Ungrateful" lyrics
Mm
Mm
In this house with the Glocks, like a blouse, it come with extra buttons
Too much trippin' in the comments, niggas step on some'
Negotiate a hunnid before I set the budget
Six Ms off the Warner deal, still rapping like I'm struggling
Eye twitching, boy, listen, I'm in it for the kill
We bully all the bullies, I'm in the hoodie, we just running drills
Bitch the don dada, call one partner and you's a done deal
What happened last year? But I fear I'm on the hunt still
I'm cooking with grease, I don't want the piece
I double up the beef, that's cool with me. just double up the cheese
The general G, tell 'em beg me, please
If you don't wanna see what's up my sleeve. then keep the wolves at ease
Irritated, sick to my stomach
Made so much money, forgot my first name, they just call me cousin
Niggas fake and bitches nervewrecking
But that's the thing, I learned lessons just to earn blessings
And lived through hell until I heard Heaven
I was starving, bird chest and like "Do y'all serve seconds?"
I don't miss, direct hit, send a firm message
You wasn't present which is precious, now meet your severance
You ruin long term riches for some small change
No favoritism here, to me, you niggas all strange
Feeling numb, once it's done, I felt all pain
That's what I do, I see it through, I'm screaming ball game
That's what's wrong with them niggas, grown and can't address your problems
Then play victim and go silent when I resort to violence
Pressure do make diamonds depend on how you apply it
It's really all about the value and who gon' fucking buy it
Before the beef, just know the enemies was once friends
This is sweet, we don't touch hands, just get the dustpan
Do 'em bad, smoke in they ass, need some' to dump in
Scream "Geronimo" and pop at hoes that try to jump in
I feel the urge, can't put it into words
Military purge, yes, sir, I'm getting niggas served
And what's this? You in your strike third?
Bitch got some nerve, cut her her and I'ma make it burn
Yes, I learned from it
Well, so much for that, still couldn't turn to you
Yes, it's still hatred
Spare you now? No thank you, I'm feeling ungrateful
Yes I learned from it
So much for that still couldn't turn to ya
Yes, it's still hatred
Spare you now? No thank you, I'm feeling ungrateful
Pssh, like, how that shit happened?
How that shit, like, make you feel to necessarily be a part of this shit?
Like, I ain't even gon' lie, now?
Seeing that shit, firsthand? That shit feel
It's surreal, bro, that shit be feeling fake
I ain't gon' lie, I told my girl that shit, straight up
I ain't gon' hold you, bruh, I told her straight up, bro
I was like, nigga, I, I came out the coma
I'm like, listen, sometimes I be feeling like
I'm still 'sleep, like that shit be feeling fake
Like, what the homie do, the shit that I seen, like, I'ma
Like, you know how big, like, I'm in a, I'm, I'm
I'm coming out my, I'm coming out my, I'm coming out my accident
Crying to Ab-soul music, bro
You what I'm sayin'? And to, and to be in the studio and watch the homie do a song
With a nigga that I look up to at a high level
You get I'm saying?
It really fucked my mental up, like, you get what I'm sayin'?
Not in, not on no, not on no dickriding shit
But on some real shit though, you get what I'm sayin'? I'm like the homie doing some shit
Man, hearing "peekaboo", hearing people play that shit
I'on' even be sayin' nothing, but I just be [?]
And I just be hearin' niggas play this shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm in my [?]
And I be just, on the side, I s— I look over, I see a family
On my mama, I got a homie, bro, my best friend, you feel me?
It's kids that— bro, they know the, that shit word for word, bro
Dead homies, bro, you know what I'm sayin'?
This shit I don't even bring up, bro, you get what I'm sayin'?
But this, this reality though, bro
I watched my homies progress in a way that I'm talkin' 'bout, bro
I, I never thought I ever see, bro, I ain't gon' lie to you
That shit motivating in a different type of way
I'm talkin' 'bout that shit motivate me, I push that shit onto my girl
Push that shit on to my, the— everybody that's around me like, look, man
It's, it's, it's life out here, homie, and this, this shit big, bro, and you can grab it, you know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause it's niggas that's grabbin' it, and I'm watching 'em grab it, you know what I'm sayin'? (That's my boy)
On everything
Aight, Mikey, you gotta get up here, bruh (Yeah)
No, start a new recording
Mm
In this house with the Glocks, like a blouse, it come with extra buttons
Too much trippin' in the comments, niggas step on some'
Negotiate a hunnid before I set the budget
Six Ms off the Warner deal, still rapping like I'm struggling
Eye twitching, boy, listen, I'm in it for the kill
We bully all the bullies, I'm in the hoodie, we just running drills
Bitch the don dada, call one partner and you's a done deal
What happened last year? But I fear I'm on the hunt still
I'm cooking with grease, I don't want the piece
I double up the beef, that's cool with me. just double up the cheese
The general G, tell 'em beg me, please
If you don't wanna see what's up my sleeve. then keep the wolves at ease
Irritated, sick to my stomach
Made so much money, forgot my first name, they just call me cousin
Niggas fake and bitches nervewrecking
But that's the thing, I learned lessons just to earn blessings
And lived through hell until I heard Heaven
I was starving, bird chest and like "Do y'all serve seconds?"
I don't miss, direct hit, send a firm message
You wasn't present which is precious, now meet your severance
You ruin long term riches for some small change
No favoritism here, to me, you niggas all strange
Feeling numb, once it's done, I felt all pain
That's what I do, I see it through, I'm screaming ball game
That's what's wrong with them niggas, grown and can't address your problems
Then play victim and go silent when I resort to violence
Pressure do make diamonds depend on how you apply it
It's really all about the value and who gon' fucking buy it
Before the beef, just know the enemies was once friends
This is sweet, we don't touch hands, just get the dustpan
Do 'em bad, smoke in they ass, need some' to dump in
Scream "Geronimo" and pop at hoes that try to jump in
I feel the urge, can't put it into words
Military purge, yes, sir, I'm getting niggas served
And what's this? You in your strike third?
Bitch got some nerve, cut her her and I'ma make it burn
Yes, I learned from it
Well, so much for that, still couldn't turn to you
Yes, it's still hatred
Spare you now? No thank you, I'm feeling ungrateful
Yes I learned from it
So much for that still couldn't turn to ya
Yes, it's still hatred
Spare you now? No thank you, I'm feeling ungrateful
Pssh, like, how that shit happened?
How that shit, like, make you feel to necessarily be a part of this shit?
Like, I ain't even gon' lie, now?
Seeing that shit, firsthand? That shit feel
It's surreal, bro, that shit be feeling fake
I ain't gon' lie, I told my girl that shit, straight up
I ain't gon' hold you, bruh, I told her straight up, bro
I was like, nigga, I, I came out the coma
I'm like, listen, sometimes I be feeling like
I'm still 'sleep, like that shit be feeling fake
Like, what the homie do, the shit that I seen, like, I'ma
Like, you know how big, like, I'm in a, I'm, I'm
I'm coming out my, I'm coming out my, I'm coming out my accident
Crying to Ab-soul music, bro
You what I'm sayin'? And to, and to be in the studio and watch the homie do a song
With a nigga that I look up to at a high level
You get I'm saying?
It really fucked my mental up, like, you get what I'm sayin'?
Not in, not on no, not on no dickriding shit
But on some real shit though, you get what I'm sayin'? I'm like the homie doing some shit
Man, hearing "peekaboo", hearing people play that shit
I'on' even be sayin' nothing, but I just be [?]
And I just be hearin' niggas play this shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm in my [?]
And I be just, on the side, I s— I look over, I see a family
On my mama, I got a homie, bro, my best friend, you feel me?
It's kids that— bro, they know the, that shit word for word, bro
Dead homies, bro, you know what I'm sayin'?
This shit I don't even bring up, bro, you get what I'm sayin'?
But this, this reality though, bro
I watched my homies progress in a way that I'm talkin' 'bout, bro
I, I never thought I ever see, bro, I ain't gon' lie to you
That shit motivating in a different type of way
I'm talkin' 'bout that shit motivate me, I push that shit onto my girl
Push that shit on to my, the— everybody that's around me like, look, man
It's, it's, it's life out here, homie, and this, this shit big, bro, and you can grab it, you know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause it's niggas that's grabbin' it, and I'm watching 'em grab it, you know what I'm sayin'? (That's my boy)
On everything
Aight, Mikey, you gotta get up here, bruh (Yeah)
No, start a new recording
