HATRED

I don't give a f*ck about my color or my culture Either my friends that are torture I'm not a cudi with a lecture I ain't taken classes to pass If life was a movie let me be the cast Gossips spreading like virus, think I need a mask Never had real friends, almost everybody never last Yeah, I'm fuckin fast, never running out of gas People talk a lot, people got a hella lot, people talking fucking bitches in their Cadillac Last night you were Jackie jack, you were whackie whack Bitches sitting in the back, while CB's with their ball-sack Tell her put her ass out, cause I'm bouto pass out All of the time that I've been my mind All of the grind now I'm back on my prime All of the rumors are breaking my spine All of the bitches are crossing the line Look at my wrist I ain't wasting no time Look at my purse branded Louie Vuitton Look at my kicks like Jackie Chan Look at my neck like Dasha Taran All this bitches bouto start a menace with a chemist with a demist (No cap) Bands on my pants, 20's on my hands I'm a psychopath, you're a pussycat, gotta hella rack Bad reputation, bad allegation, bad generation Full of nonsense, talking bouto an essence, speaking on my absence I've been stressed a lot for a long time, think I've been outside my body for a few times Turning all my pennies into dime, turning all my lines into rhymes I don't give a f*ck about your life or mine