Hate’s Real Lyrics – YFN Lucci
Singer: YFN Lucci
Title: Hate’s Real
(AK-47)
Wherever you from you will get hated the most, that’s a fact
You know, you have haters who
Who was in school with you and they mad because they was on, they was in
In that third grade class with you
But they don’t have the same hustle as you
You know, they hate you for no reason, they hate you for
They hate you for your success
If you was a local rapper and you, you didn’t have much, they would love you
You know, and these people, you develop hatred in your own city
Yeah, look
A lotta n#gg#s in they feelings, I can feel it
Just copped a coupe, removed the ceiling
Goin’ back to my old ways, I ain’t been there in a minute, huh
Back to pourin’ fours, I ain’t poured up in a minute, yeah
How did you quit sippin’? Yeah, never get caught slippin’, yeah
I stay right off Lenox, yeah, penthouse right on Lenox, yeah
Hey, I think I might rent it out, I just got a big amount
I been had that Maybach, but I just had to go tint it out (Look)
I ain’t have no feelings then, but I got some feelings now
She ain’t have no t#tt#es then, but she got some t#tt#es now (Uh)
They like, “g#dd#mn, boy, Lil Ray Ray, boy, you spendin’ now”
They like, “g#dd#mn, boy, Lil Ray Ray, boy, you eatin’ now”
Probably home eatin’ her, shave, I don’t eat hair
Pappadeaux eatin’ crab, b#tch, go take a mean bath
b#tch, come take a money bath, we got money everywhere
Ayy, we got pounds underground, but it ain’t really none never left
You don’t come around with them bricks and you don’t never care
I put them units in the town, you a clown, you don’t never
I get that paper, bust it down with my n#gg#, you don’t never share
I swear I really stayed down, stayed down just to make it here, yeah, yeah, yeah (Look)
I just left Jamaica, yeah, glad I finally made it there
Know I got some family there
Some people don’t make it there
Some people don’t make it here
Some people don’t make an M
That money don’t make you real
Even the real hate, yeah, the real hate, that sh#t real, ain’t it? Yeah
Rollie on me real lake, your sh#t real fake, yeah
Cross your own man out, boy, you real fake, yeah
And we ain’t get no handouts, my n#gg# still take, yeah
Yeah, we still take, yeah, and we still pray, yeah
And we still lay on n#gg#s like they still prey, yeah
And you know a n#gg# still get them bills payed
In this world, ain’t it crazy how the real hate?
You know, I went through a situation with one of my guys, we was
We was like this, man
In this world, ain’t it crazy how the real hate?
Then I started rappin’ and got more than, got more than him, he became jealous of it
Just changed on me, man
In this world, ain’t it crazy how the real hate?
He used to sit right beside me in the gym (Yeah)
I was f#ckin’ Big Red, he was f#ckin’ Slim (Yeah)
Tryna grab the net off the f#ckin’ same rim
Never thought in a mil’ that a mil’d change him
‘Cause we (‘Cause we f#ckin’)
Mud babies, thug babies (Thug)
Sold our first pack, now you shoot me in the back
How you wanna see me win, n#gg#, when you falling back? (Okay)
I guess you want my spot, you wanna rap (n#gg#)
Crazy baby mama trippin’, hatin’ on me hard (Ho)
b#tch, I beat that charge, shut the f#ck up, eat that charge (Ho)
We flyin’ out tomorrow all my n#gg#s goin’ hard (Yeah)
Your big dawg eatin’, ain’t nobody ’bout to starve
n#gg# hating ’cause we made it out the bricks, you a b#tch
You ain’t hatin’ ’bout a b#tch, n#gg# hatin’ ’cause I’m lit
Dope boy swag when I’m steppin’ in the ‘fit (Gang)
Spare nan’ n#gg#, man, I’m givin’ n#gg# sticks (Yeah, yeah)
Used to f#ck with Nut way back 2008 (Nut)
Every time I land, he would get a n#gg# straight (Yeah)
Like my main man, Big Nut got hate
This to every real n#gg#, get your money, be safe
b#tch, I got big B’s on my neck (Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet)
b#tch, I got real G’s on my set (Bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet)
Even the real hate, yeah, the real hate, that sh#t real, ain’t it? Yeah
Rollie on me real lake, your sh#t real fake, yeah
Cross your own man out, boy, you real fake, yeah
And we ain’t get no handouts, my n#gg# still take, yeah
Yeah, we still take, yeah, and we still pray, yeah
And we still lay on n#gg#s like they still prey, yeah
And you know a n#gg# still get them bills payed
In this world, ain’t it crazy how the real hate?
Those guys who been lookin’ at you
Your whole life and buildin’ up envy
They build up envy
In this world, ain’t it crazy how the real hate?
They can’t stop you from gettin’ money
You don’t wanna be their friend on social
You can’t come in they crew and get any kind of money
In this world, ain’t it crazy how the real hate?
They’re, they’re too big for you to even try to beef with
Evil, evil get in ’em so much to where they say
“I just wan’ see him dead, it’s the only way we can
It’s the only way we can get rid of him”
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