Kuniva Some People Hate
...fashion word, it's a word called love
Called love, called love, yeah
Called love! Called love!
I'm the shit, I've been humble long enough
I've let you niggas breathe at your projects and run them up
Even let you dream of the action of running up
Cheesing while you talk greezi, not knowing the gun is tough
Still the got me, now I'm overconfident and I pop...
You scream "the glock popped me,... shot me"
Niggas walk and play, now grab the rope
Tie it up to a Lucifer, my nuts in them and let them hang
Peter I make them bang, origins on my swang
Detroit, you rocky in his first fight with double lang
And still they hate, ice cream on they face
No meal on they plate, whoever I see, ryan feel they fate
Did I mentioned they hate? My bad, I did
Chris Handsome and y'all you ain't f..cking with the kid
So chill, out of the blue
They turning to hot steppers
I knock them out of them shoes, no doubt
Matter of fact, they be inside your own camp
Hoping you never win, like damn
With devilish grins, with... then
... and gin, f..ck it, like it's better to sin
Yeah right, like the truth is more better in bed
I'd rather get the fety cheese or the cheddar with splits
Give you a heart attack, red fox got the thangs dead locked on you
Return... like the movies at the red box
Think get your girl, I probably scrape her
Penny and chase her, I'm partially faded
So I'ma tape her
Niggas be salty on some hoe shit
Thinking that they tough just because they roll thick
Deep with your click tryina run on house kick
Y'all fags mad because my role's thick
Count you out like they never knew you
Avoiding you, and... like they own girl blew you
My fate is like words to you like
Nigga, what the f..ck, dog
Cause they life is so miserable
They wanna see you miserable... like
Damn, they try to drown out the river...
Some people kill they brothers
I think they list they minds
And I'm hung up
Where yo mama at, nigga?
