Signz of Hate

Signs of hate Look for the ones that be watching your funds They'll eventually lead to your clique and Your cock and your guns You know the type of cat that's Always finding fault in your game The one that's always tryna in your name Sabotaging your every move With scientific precision Catch their eyes turn your flesh With your peripheral vison Stay on the low 'cause I'm a threat That go from cool to illegal Why would a fool you never met before Be mad when he see you? The broke one that's always talking down On a player that's rich Scared of jail before he do a Week the bastard will snitch They spend half of his shit that Hit's at a disasterous pitch Venomous passages inject poison and Damage a clique i insist on swinging my fist And leaving them pissed Breaking bones inside your body That don't even exist Whether you know me or you don't keep All that plex on the shelf They spend more time hating on You than loving theyself, for sure These are the signs of hate People knocking every move that You tryna make Always but you know every line is fake I push 'em off because I ain't Got the time to waste murder I contemplate