Hate Me (feat. Luke Malaise, Mike Cloud & Brian O'Shea)

Yeah, yeah, C7SHIT You know what I came here to do, yuh I hate first lines more than I hate birth signs Never know what to say, always rap like it's my first time Dummy with pen, tell me again how it's just a phase I don't need a classic but I wrote this down just in case Everyday I flip the tables, takin' orders on the payroll Every night I bounce the blame around like hot potato When it's a movie, rotten critics wanna drop tomatoes I think they really against me but it's just hard to say, though I can't sleep in my dreams, not as green as my life I know the past is only passin' at the speed of my light All the heat of my night, it's hard to breathe in the height I can't see, man, I hardly even read what I write I need a intermission, hold up stay, inner vision Lately all my inhibitions feel way more like intuition Maybe that's some inner mission, underlyin' indecision Undermine the implications, please Lord give me patience Luke Malaise Y'all speak on mine but you don't know a thing about it Ask for a dime but you ain't been with us, you doubt it Don't hit my line, I'm way too sick of all that bullshit Ask me for favors, bitch, you're out of time Hate me, why the f*ck they hate me? How the come around? It's been a decade, be like "pay me", it's crazy So much shit that they can't see I go through daily Used to be on sidelines, now I'm ballin' with the A-team Bullshit, that don't slide with me no more F*ck the fake things Fake friends, cut 'em off, I'm movin' onto great things Father told me keep to myself so now I hate things That ain't contribute to my wealth, no slack no more 'Til I can't rap no more, 'til I can't think Can't go forth and back no more, can't even blink And time's flyin', when it all falls down and we can link And we can link and put a finger in the sky and pour a drink, yeah Hate me, why the f*ck they hate me? How the come around? It's been a decade, be like "pay me", it's crazy So much shit that they can't see I go through daily Used to be on sidelines, now C7 be the A-team, yeah Y'all speak on mine but you don't know a thing about it Ask for a dime but you ain't been with us, you doubt it Don't hit my line, I'm way too sick of all that bullshit Ask me for favors, bitch, you're out of time Y'all speak on mine but you don't know a thing about it Ask for a dime but you ain't been with us, you doubt it Don't hit my line, I'm way too sick of all that bullshit Ask me for favors, bitch, you're out of time