Hate to Say

Album: Memories Don't Die (2018)
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  • I find it funny how niggas start talking money
    I'm living lovely, apartment far from the bunjee
    I remember us living not too far from the junkees
    The flunkies that tried to to punk me on corners but never sung me I swear
    In this bitch and yeah, I'm killing this year
    Them boys hated, they gon' feel it this year
    I bought a 'rari, I only drove in it once
    I'm movin' different this year
    I'm leaving thousands, talking millions this year
    When niggas really talkin'
    Talkin' over, talk it over
    Renegotiate and make the play and they cough it over
    I crossed over like opposite when he dropped the shoulder on Jordan
    The feelin' more than the sport when you winning fuck how they feelin'
    The feelings got left aside
    I told them to step aside

    I'm really eating, I'm ordering more extra size, you know me
    Round the block, glovers spittin' them hot flows
    My scent smells like Michelle was touching Barack's clothes
    Presidential, the flow is so evidential
    At the Clearport customs, I barely show my credentials
    Don't need a tinted, I want you to know who's in it
    Had me offended last time that I walked in the hall, went through
    Let's break it down for 'em
    Account this, if every show is a 100 thou' for him
    Then that mean, a hundred minutes on stage will equal a 100k
    That's one thousand a minute
    So please don't get offended, if I walk inside a store and spend 35 in it
    'Cause to me, that's just 35 minutes
    Land in Jamaica, sip on a Guinness and get it
    Who wanna witness my nigga, I'm really sick with the shiznit
    I brought big Poppy out at the SumFest
    Sean Kingston watched it from the side stage
    I made triple the advance that he had gave me in my first year, 45 minutes of me on stage

    And I'm not amazed
    I think the table's turning
    I think you learn from the bridge you burn when you see it burning
    I think you learn from the world when you see it turning
    I went from being a server to being this platinum deserver, you feel me?
    Did a song with Meek Milly, called it Litty
    Really I just did that shit for the city in love with Philly
    Got this chinchilla fur on me, just in case it gets chilly
    Burner on my side pocket, just that's incase you get illy out here
    Me and Travi$ Scott almost fought at the Mala Luna
    We both agreed shortly after that it was music
    We possibly could be doing that bigger than tryna ruin it
    So my apologies, nigga, just forgive me for doing it
    History made in New York City, we called a truce at the tower
    I only brought a couple niggas with me
    The beef was finished as soon as we took the picture, the world was watching
    The attention in the industry started shifting to me
    Lord forgive 'em, Lord forgive 'em, I was tripping all the time
    I spit subliminal, dissing just tryna rip shit
    Not realizing if I took the time to kick it, and me and Drake
    Mend them bridges would probably equal to winning
    Got the hard head flow, money coming in so thick
    Them niggas call it hard bread dough
    I'm in this all red four seater, I'm leaning like the '06 fours
    I said I'd stop freestyling but fuck it, oh well
    A nigga flow so well, I'm like a sampling kit
    Give a fuck 'bout who get pissed about by samples and skits
    Niggas mad I'm remixing their shit
    Fuck out of here, nigga, stop being a bitch
    I think it's time we cut the silence by niggas that's talking violent
    Speak of silence and give 'em coffins and violins playin'
    R&B niggas with Sisqo haircuts, wildin' and stylin'
    They dissing, guess they just tryna go viral, I feel 'em
    This your favorite song, this gon' be your favorite song
    Except when I say it, it's really the people's favorite song
    You did a vid diss in a flex R8
    I could've flexed a 'Rari or Wraith, but nigga, I ain't
    Instead, I bought my house the other day and flexed in the paint
    Real estate, I'm property shopping, bitches probably watching
    Got the Gadget-Go flow, Nobu and So-Ho
    I've been crossed by some niggas I used to go toe-to-toe for
    Blow for blow flow, sick enough to eat a blowfish
    G5 jet plane, goldfish eating Goldfish
    Just for the record, I did this shit for the hopeless
    Just drove a Rolls through the hood on the corner where I was homeless
    It's Fargo Writer/s: Daniel Gonzalez, Daystar Peterson, Jamie Scott, John Ryan, Julian Collin Bunetta, Maurice Griffin, Robin Williams
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Hipgnosis Songs Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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