A Love & Hate Thing (Album Version)

Ayy, you know, they tell me they either kinda like me or they hate me, I don't know They don't like me, cause I ain't flossin' all icy And I'm callin' out your favorite rappers like it's strike three Got you ride or die wantin' to be wifey My street mentality keep damaging your psyche But me givin' a f*ck what you think is unlikely And next time I won't say it so politely It's like lightning and raindrops I disrupt your natural order of things You prayin' the pain stops I came to rain shots, prepared for gritty war More like a drunk at an open tap titty bar There's nothin' you could ever do that's gonna hit me hard Any given night, I could end up in the city morgue I came for the smoke, that's what I brought the Phillies for You could leave or you could go, I'm good with either or Bound to hit you with some shit you never seen before Spittin' out the meanest raw, puffin' on the greenest pure And that's it I do my thing, they do their thing I don't bother nobody, but still They don't love me, got em mean muggin' all ugly And I ain't even poppin' any bubbly I'm livin' life comfy, smooth, leave the rah rah for you All that blah blah you spew, got nada I deaded all my drama, aided by a couple puffs of lala I be flyin' high like I had a pair of alas I don't follow rules porque no me da la gana So be proud if I ever call you pana You ain't gotta like me, but I think you kinda wanna Cause you see a soldier made from a culture that'll die for honor Plus I rep it hard, pullin' no punches up in my repertoire You gotta step up your bars to even step to the God I got an appetite that rivals any pack of dogs So I suggest you set aside that little act of yours Even if I got a full plate, I might be snatchin' yours Blast the ratchet and just pass it off I don't wanna do that though Don't make me be him Let me live man, let me live Now they hate me, heard em pop a lot of shit lately Cause the real ones relate to me, I'm here to fill the vacancy I see you puttin' in work, filling in capably But you a dime a dozen, while they seein' somethin' great in me I say it blatantly, quick draw, no double clutch Here's my opinion and a f*ck you very much My opinion is you couldn't pick a one out of the bunch Of rappers sayin' somethin' worth givin' a f*ck They all actors, Steven Seagala, they need practice We don't believe you, Holmes, you lack the total package You could be Hulk Hogan, I'll be Randy Savage And while we blurtin' out truths, your best is barely average Now I'm askin', this ain't it, is it? If so, the future look bleeker than Greenwich Village For the sake of art I'm crushin' the weak, don't get diminished One, two, three, you're finished