Marc.Made - Things I Hate Lyrics

If i put it on da gram dats big move
If i seek a helpin hand dats bitch move
Got da world up for grabs nigga whatchu gon do
Whatchu gon do
You gone stick to da plan when dey tell you follow suit
Or When da ball hit yo hand you gone shoot
You gotta choose, it ain't fun playing da fool
Tell dem haters getta clue

Things i hate volume 1 mona lisa are bums
Politicians are dumb
Student loaners are thugs
As of 2019 going virals the only thing that a millenial really wants
A quick ticket... the same price of an arm leg and a biscuit
Addem all together u get about 30 billion
Now dats alot of views
The anatomy of the situaton is outta tune
A quick fix use autotune
I hate you niggas i promise
I hope you sink on a cruise to bahamas, ya broke f*cker
You not a savage you a throat sucker
And Wile you was actin all coyote da real wolves are da road runnerz

Damn, wile coyote, road runner
That shit hit different when u piece it together

Things i hate volume 2, you
You dont play da fool you are da fool
Ya childish gimmicks complaining for social media views just isnt cool
And we've noticed, so please please dont ever get dis shit confused
Its not that we dont like you
Not dat you aint talented
Its just mad negativity wit all da blabbering
I rather keep all dat wine and (Wining) shit for my cabinet
In so many words you can cork it
Wanna be bugs barely porky
Da-dats all wit yo ugly ass
Prolly couldnt catch a hint if it was touch pass
Couldn't ride a wave even if you had a bus pass
You're content wit the crumbs u get from eatin your lunch last
You're small says da tag on da front of yo pants
My dad said u know a fighter by da blood on his hands
Midwest chucks in da sand
World on da table
All up for grabs... and yet you still stuck on da bag
Like an Idiot

Hollup Hollup Hollup yo I said
I'd rather keep all that whining shit (Wine and shit) for my cabinet
In so many words, you can cork it
Yo that's a bar

Things i hate volume 3, me
Im Still better than you but im not far from the tree
I Find comfort in acceptance
But forgiveness is key, it is power
I wear da hat, overalls in search of Bowser
When it probably should be peach
Im somewhere stuck between robin hood and robin leach
The rich and famous, the broke and brainless
A pod of peas, all fighting for dat one final spot inna pot of pee
Ironic, the wrong clique (Click) can make you iconic
And i could lose it all just as quick as i found it
But im in da science of testing all my hypotheses
So lets see what i do with that kinda knowledge
I got my degree

Yet somehow i feel like i made da dumb choice
And I put in all this work
Ain't that crazy huh, the things we hate

If i put it on da gram dats big move
If i seek a helpin hand dats bitch move
Got da world up for grabs nigga whatchu gon do
Whatchu gon do
You gone stick to da plan when dey tell you follow suit
Or When da ball hit yo hand you gone shoot
You gotta choose, it ain't fun playing da fool
Tell dem haters getta clue
Things i hate