People Love What They Hate

People love what they hate The way I’m Banging track Told sexy relax They all wanna get physical 8 years now been home From the pen Locked up for me was like Facing the good bad And ugly Niggas on the blocks Gone or pilled up Streets looking Died out pitaful Be the man behind Scoup Aim push button Turn up the muse Hellows these Lames off Maybe then When More take two Told the system Buck them at the same Time for all the fuck Shit they done While I take view Baby Good head in the whip If you able Using Smarts Triple double Maybe Then I date you When I give my time Make uh toast My class so tasteful Offer my grind If I able Then you got to Be greatful Oil Gas Like Hess trucks Highway fucker How I make doe Winki’s this not Rap money This nationwide Streams Flowing Over the coast Fields poppy Flow we over Horizons sun shining sunny Make sure All my eggs Hatch from The whole Batch Over the toast Catch my drift Crack ya eggs running Fake ones shook Feel any harm By any way Off my waist Underground digital Out Pop my shock G They way lame been Pouring liquor Told my ones Ones on my side I bought the company For the ones I knew To invest Had to own My water Now knowing Some lame Not my cup of tea Some niggas I know Concrete Our shoes Can’t step on the same Streets People love what they Hate The way I’m banging Track Why all the mumbles Never had just lack I’m not really for the chase Get smoked like uh pack Kools high I’m uh just slay Cats