UvierMyGod - Hate Me Now Lyrics

You know I'm really from the streets baby I'm traumatized
I'd be here with my day ones if they was still alive
They say I look like my father but got my mamas eyes
Why would I ever chase a bitch when I am a prize

You know I'm really from the streets baby I'm traumatized
I'd be here with my day ones if they was still alive
They say I look like my father but got my mamas eyes
Why would I ever chase a bitch when I am a prize
You know I'm really from the streets baby I'm traumatized
I'd be here with my day ones if they was still alive
They say I look like my father but got my mamas eyes
Why would I ever chase a bitch when I am a prize

I never cared about no bitch
I'm known to throw away gods gifts
About as player as it gets
I never let a bitch forget
The baddest bitch you've ever had to me is probably not a flex
I always cheated on my test
Never even tried my best
You can keep on talking boy you get that 40 to your chest
It's about a lil more than respect
You ever hear a man's last breathe
Look at my eyes do you fear death
Do you ride with one in the head
Ever shot a man till he dead
I hear they voices in my head
I ain't never need no bitch I could do this on my own
Why would I ever need a wife to turn this house into a home
I been smoking on that reeefer get me all up in my zone
I said I'm done with you bitch don't even think bout hitting my phone
Since a youngin I been reckless
Wear my brother round my necklace
Why you worried bout my past
When my presence is a blessing
Played yourself now you regret it
Need to f*ck up out my section
You just a stupid ass lil hoe
Why you worried bout who I'm texting

You know I'm really from the streets baby I'm traumatized
I'd be here with my day ones if they was still alive
They say I look like my father but got my mamas eyes
Why would I ever chase a bitch when I am a prize
You know I'm really from the streets baby I'm traumatized
I'd be here with my day ones if they was still alive
They say I look like my father but got my mamas eyes
Why would I ever chase a bitch when I am a prize

If you ask to hook it up I'm making sure your shit get stepped on
Tried to muddy up my name but ain't shit sticking like some Teflon
I'm down to press the issue if that's the type of shit that you on
I'm lawyered up and I got that money for them bail bonds
I'm mental
I got isssues
Yeah I'm f*cked up in the head
I got problems
I got screws loose
I be talking to the dead
Oh you got guns
I gottem too
One in head
Ready to shoot
Oh you brave
You a fool
That's your homie
He dying too
If you think you hate me now wait till you see me up on top
Boy quit speaking on my name I'll do it myself get you popped
Knock you off that high horse it's about time you get dropped
You seen me ain't do shit
You been soft knock it off