Hate On Me (feat. Wyatt Pullen)

How you gon love on Christ turn around then hate on me How you gon live in the dark complain and say I can't see I ain't trippin on y'all got a book to light my feet How you gon, how you gon, how you gon, how you gon hate on me Bags on my eyes ain't gucci Work till the suns off duty I checked my line it's Lucy Hit me up I hit the Slide like toosie Bags on my eyes ain't gucci Work till the suns off duty They tried to keep ya boy down on the bench I'm hopping out like Rudy Yea, How you gon' love on Christ and then come hate on me Yea, Put my trust in the light it ain't forsaken me Yea, One year out that's how long that it's taken me Yea, I've been grindin on my own just wait and see I'm runnin away from the devil, ain't catching me, stepping up another level Im stumbling, I really gotta be careful Im putting my trust into God now or never It's evident, imma keep grindin I ain't gonna settle in Waking up everyday thinking it never ends I really been doing this with no management My life is precious to me I won't damage it Yea that's tough I'm going all in, never bluff I'm turning away from the devil, I'm only with Christ and I'm showing him love Yea, I don't pay attention to any other man except for the one up above Yea, the last time that me and Z0 were on a track, yea we were on our way up Yea, I'm hopping out just like rudy, yall hatin when y'all barely knew me Yea, I quit being stuck in the past right now, only focused on the new me Yea I ain't ever been alone, he's always stayed on me Yea, but how you gon' how you gon' how you gon' how you gon' hate on me yea How you gon love on Christ turn around then come hate on me How you gon live in the dark complain and say I can't see I ain't trippin on y'all got a book to light my feet How you gon, how you gon, how you gon, how you gon hate on me Bags on my eyes ain't gucci Work till the suns off duty I checked my line it's Lucy Hit me up I hit the Slide like toosie Bags on my eyes ain't gucci Work till the suns off duty They tried to keep ya boy down on the bench I'm hopping out like Rudy I got that passion cooking up rations who want a meal from the back Seatbelts fasten pullin up blasting praying we never gon crash I'm an assassin I get to slashing don't let me get in my bag Gimme that pass and Im gunna catch it touch down, run it real fast like ooh They tryna prey on me How bout you pull up and pray for me It's been a heck of a day for me Don't say that they hate me but basically They got a box full of chains for me Don't need to break out I make the key Read in his word that he paid the fee Now I'm in them letters like a to z I gotta let it breathe They tryna chop at the family tree I gotta protect my future seeds don't wanna end with no blood on the leaves They used to tempt me and I would give in They used keep me in all of my sin They had me thinking that I couldn't make it that I was too little to go for the win Now when they see me they wiping my feet Now when they call me it's on dnd Now when they ask for piece of my soul I just hop on the road and I ride to the beat Underdog but now they all under me They getting sick think it's a disease They way that they just ride the wave And think it's cool to hate on me