Hate You 2

[Starlito] Get your money, money never make a man A man never break his word, a man never takes the stand A man that believe in himself ain't scared to take a chance Hell I did a lot worse just trying to make a grand I wish for it, might have shorted yo sack but never snitched nor Ran and got my gun for something I could use my fist for I was pissed off, piss poor Still afforded the liquor store Spend it as I make as if I'm sure I'll go get some more Not sure if I'mma make it so at least this way I get to enjoy Just toured now I got plenty cards like One leg Richard Or you might not get it, see I was hanging with those Lichin boyz Shooting dice like it was my religion, yeah for rich or poor Then Jt died, I still cry sometime Niggas grow nuts when its hot outside They'll try you in the summertime Picture this, air quit working.. Baby mama bitching So he made it his mission.. To catch me slippin Now I get surviellence on my phone let me see you in my kitchen Ill send em to ya home pow pow, chest piece missing I like her on the marley but on the X she different One minute she cool... then the next she trippin I told her don't fuck with them lame niggas! Unless he tippin She sneeze when she bring me that cheese, and bless me with it Till the death of me I guess I'll be a referee official And yo bitch think I'm a referee whistle how she blow Fuck you I hate you too, I hate you too I ain't shit ain't it the truth I hate you too, I hate you too Fuck it I ain't shit, ain't it truth? I hate you too [Don Trip] Alright, truth is all I wanted was time with my son But now that I get to see him I can't cuz I'm never home I got to video chat with Jaylen over the phone So right about now I'm in dire need of a clone Always on the road, hardly ever alone But I still don't need security, all I carry chrome No I don't need them bottles or model bitches in thongs All I need is my money, I just came to perform I don't won't to be Wayne, No I don't want to be Sean No I don't want to be Pac I just want to be Don I plan to get rich as I can before I'm done But if my record don't sell it's farwell and so long It's back to riding dirty with my Pockets Full of Stone I got bass in my trunk even if my speakers blown The laws caught my ass I'm doing twenty years strong Yeah I run it like a rush but the bank's my endzone NOTCH