A Hate Letter to You

Damn it
I still like this beat
Huh, China you, You don't wanna try it
You don't even know how come to the make it flow
I don't even know how to make money in the store
Y'all just wanna get me out my soul
Get me no I tell em no
I can't even breathe dawg, I really can't see
Man I'm going super blind, I can't really if you fine
Is there something I can tell or going back jail
Like them niggas coming back for it
I like backstories
Do you see my rockers?
You don't even know about these little hip hoppers
You еven know about real pill poppers
I'm big poppa

Listеn you just back in
You just lacking
You just staking
You didn't even know how them niggas getting clashing
And you just worrying about the smoke with the ashes
Look you devil ass bitch
You didn't even know but you broke me up
You even know how good it feels to fuck me up
I wish I can stab you in the chest or what
Yeah no funeral when we dying huh
I fucking hope that niggas worth it
Because black ass niggas don't even know the purpose
I'm still getting money like the nigga with the clerk is
I'm in to the accountants I feel like counting
All this fucking money in yo face til you blow it up
Don't catch me in my dm's, I really fucking blow it up

This is hoe it up and she's a hoe or wait
And yeah I call her a bitch and she's a bitch what!
I'm a still a Squad Gang nigga
Who's worrying about the fame, you bitch
And you didn't even know how to do it
She didn't even know how to suck dick, she was a nasty bitch
Watch when I sent it to her you little nasty bitch
Fuck You