Why they tryna hate on me
Tryna make money, tryna smoke my weed
Take it all from me, it's a lonely week
Why they tryna hate on me
Tryna make money, tryna smoke my weed
Take it all from me, it's a lonely week
Gotta keep runnin', couldn't feel my feet
Why they tryna hate on me
Tryna make money, tryna smoke my weed
Take it all from me, it's a lonely week
Gotta keep runnin', couldn't feel my feet
2019, I was switchin' the gears
Barely scrapin' and facin' my fears
Patiently waitin' for love, it appears
Ain't much been changin' except for the years
I've been courageous and so it should feel
Chasin' a daughter or chasin' a deal
Worried bout' problems that never be real
Worried bout' problems that never be real
Part of the story, my life been a trilogy
Start it, then do it, then do this shit differently
Independent, my limit, infinity
Many been friendly, a lot of them enemies
Sayin' they wantin' what's best for me
Rest been excited to see what comes next for me
Maybe this all just a test for me
Chasin' success and fulfillin' a destiny
Why they tryna hate on me
Tryna make money, tryna smoke my weed
Take it all from me, it's a lonely week
Gotta keep runnin', couldn't feel my feet
Why they tryna hate on me
Tryna make money, tryna smoke my weed
Take it all from me, it's a lonely week
Gotta keep runnin', couldn't feel my feet
2019, I was back round the away
Findin' my rhythm, but stuck in the days
Importin' my personal problems, I got from my mama
My real source of trauma is bigger than bottles and bitches, you know
My pockets was low, so I called up my bro
He like, let's hit a lick on that eight ounce of steak
Are you cream of the crop? Are you corn or the flakes?
Ain't no f*ckin' with Jakes, we got corners to shake
And more money to make and some music to drop
I'm a product of storm, poverty born
Probably better off poppin' a bottle of Smirnoff
Toppin' the score, extension of war
Extending my hand, only if it make more
Exercising in my right, execution on sight
If you cheat on the dice, they might treat you like Mike
Why they tryna hate on me
Tryna make money, tryna smoke my weed
Take it all from me, it's a lonely week
Gotta keep runnin', couldn't feel my feet
Why they tryna hate on me
Tryna make money, tryna smoke my weed
Take it all from me, it's a lonely week
Gotta keep runnin', couldn't feel my feet
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Why they tryna hate on me
Tryna make money, tryna smoke my weed
Take it all from me, it's a lonely week
Why they tryna hate on me
Tryna make money, tryna smoke my weed
Take it all from me, it's a lonely week
Gotta keep runnin', couldn't feel my feet
Why they tryna hate on me
Tryna make money, tryna smoke my weed
Take it all from me, it's a lonely week
Gotta keep runnin', couldn't feel my feet
2019, I was switchin' the gears
Barely scrapin' and facin' my fears
Patiently waitin' for love, it appears
Ain't much been changin' except for the years
I've been courageous and so it should feel
Chasin' a daughter or chasin' a deal
Worried bout' problems that never be real
Worried bout' problems that never be real
Part of the story, my life been a trilogy
Start it, then do it, then do this shit differently
Independent, my limit, infinity
Many been friendly, a lot of them enemies
Sayin' they wantin' what's best for me
Rest been excited to see what comes next for me
Maybe this all just a test for me
Chasin' success and fulfillin' a destiny
Why they tryna hate on me
Tryna make money, tryna smoke my weed
Take it all from me, it's a lonely week
Gotta keep runnin', couldn't feel my feet
Why they tryna hate on me
Tryna make money, tryna smoke my weed
Take it all from me, it's a lonely week
Gotta keep runnin', couldn't feel my feet
2019, I was back round the away
Findin' my rhythm, but stuck in the days
Importin' my personal problems, I got from my mama
My real source of trauma is bigger than bottles and bitches, you know
My pockets was low, so I called up my bro
He like, let's hit a lick on that eight ounce of steak
Are you cream of the crop? Are you corn or the flakes?
Ain't no f*ckin' with Jakes, we got corners to shake
And more money to make and some music to drop
I'm a product of storm, poverty born
Probably better off poppin' a bottle of Smirnoff
Toppin' the score, extension of war
Extending my hand, only if it make more
Exercising in my right, execution on sight
If you cheat on the dice, they might treat you like Mike
Why they tryna hate on me
Tryna make money, tryna smoke my weed
Take it all from me, it's a lonely week
Gotta keep runnin', couldn't feel my feet
Why they tryna hate on me
Tryna make money, tryna smoke my weed
Take it all from me, it's a lonely week
Gotta keep runnin', couldn't feel my feet
Tryna make money, tryna smoke my weed
Take it all from me, it's a lonely week
Why they tryna hate on me
Tryna make money, tryna smoke my weed
Take it all from me, it's a lonely week
Gotta keep runnin', couldn't feel my feet
Why they tryna hate on me
Tryna make money, tryna smoke my weed
Take it all from me, it's a lonely week
Gotta keep runnin', couldn't feel my feet
2019, I was switchin' the gears
Barely scrapin' and facin' my fears
Patiently waitin' for love, it appears
Ain't much been changin' except for the years
I've been courageous and so it should feel
Chasin' a daughter or chasin' a deal
Worried bout' problems that never be real
Worried bout' problems that never be real
Part of the story, my life been a trilogy
Start it, then do it, then do this shit differently
Independent, my limit, infinity
Many been friendly, a lot of them enemies
Sayin' they wantin' what's best for me
Rest been excited to see what comes next for me
Maybe this all just a test for me
Chasin' success and fulfillin' a destiny
Why they tryna hate on me
Tryna make money, tryna smoke my weed
Take it all from me, it's a lonely week
Gotta keep runnin', couldn't feel my feet
Why they tryna hate on me
Tryna make money, tryna smoke my weed
Take it all from me, it's a lonely week
Gotta keep runnin', couldn't feel my feet
2019, I was back round the away
Findin' my rhythm, but stuck in the days
Importin' my personal problems, I got from my mama
My real source of trauma is bigger than bottles and bitches, you know
My pockets was low, so I called up my bro
He like, let's hit a lick on that eight ounce of steak
Are you cream of the crop? Are you corn or the flakes?
Ain't no f*ckin' with Jakes, we got corners to shake
And more money to make and some music to drop
I'm a product of storm, poverty born
Probably better off poppin' a bottle of Smirnoff
Toppin' the score, extension of war
Extending my hand, only if it make more
Exercising in my right, execution on sight
If you cheat on the dice, they might treat you like Mike
Why they tryna hate on me
Tryna make money, tryna smoke my weed
Take it all from me, it's a lonely week
Gotta keep runnin', couldn't feel my feet
Why they tryna hate on me
Tryna make money, tryna smoke my weed
Take it all from me, it's a lonely week
Gotta keep runnin', couldn't feel my feet
Writer: Justin Jordon
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid