Hatin On (feat. Catie K)

Ayo Gabriel, How you do dat shii So I still feel like I've been Losing myself, so I Hold on tight to the bottle, Now it's my friend Cause it don't have a judge me, It don't have a judge me Why you sitting down there Pointing fingers at a youngin You acting like you ain't never Been to the dungeon Why you tripping on me dawg, Acting like you Saint dawg You know there ain't none of That, you be playing like you God dawg You ain't God's favorite Yeah you hatin on me Man you still hatin on me Yeah they hatin on me Yeah they hatin on me Lately I been thinking bout you All the way And I need you here to get me Through this Pain Cause mama, I just need Your love before I try I said I been through the pain And I been Through the blames Now we go to the point where Y'all nigga ain't Really afraid My mama call me Victor, now I see why she Gave me this name I was born to be a winner man, This shit In my veins I don't know why they hate, That shit I can't Tolerate They was fucking with me back Then, now they tryna Take food off my plate Man, it's me against the world Mom told me to Isolate Since I lost my brother to Drugs, shit ain't Never be the same Why you sitting down there Pointing fingers at a youngin You acting like you ain't never Been to the dungeon Why you tripping on me dawg, Acting like you Saint dawg You know there ain't none of That, you be playing like you God dawg You ain't God's favorite Yeah you hatin on me Man you still hatin on me Yeah they hatin on me Yeah they hatin on me Every single time I see you I say It feel like I'll be dying inside And I hate to see you when you Cry And I hate to see you when You sad Why you sitting down there Pointing fingers at a youngin You acting like you ain't never Been to the dungeon Why you tripping on me dawg, Acting like you Saint dawg You know there ain't none of That, you be playing like you God dawg You ain't God's favorite So I still feel like I've been Losing myself, so I Hold on tight to the bottle, Now it's my friend Cause it don't have a judge me, It don't have a judge me Why you sitting down there pointing fingers at a youngin You acting like you ain't never Been to the dungeon Why you tripping on me dawg, Acting like you Saint dawg You know there ain't none of That, you be playing like you God dawg You ain't God's favorite Yeah you hatin on me Man you still hatin on me Yeah they hatin on me Yeah they hatin on me