Hate that shit, hate that nigga, no Take back those words I said befo' Why do you poke open wounds hopin you move me to a place that once was home to you? Say switch-a-roo is overdue? I know this. You like my FLOTUS Guide my life, but lots done changed in these four years Always told me you needed more on your end Now he's showin from afar what support is? I hate it
Heard my piece; its not much more to say, oh Can't believe somebody took the place of me Ain't to healthy just to have my way, oh But you supposed to wait for me
Don't frame me girl, I'm just being candid Don't ask me if you don't really want these answers (x2)
I hate it! (I hate that shit, hate that shit, fuck em!) Don't frame me girl, I'm just being candid. I hate it! (Ain't ever met him, still hate that shit, fuck em!) Don't ask me if you don't really want these answers I hate it!
Way back in the days I didn't know Face-hand for mistakes, I had to grow What don't you get? We was kids…didn't know shit Love was bigger than us, got swallowed in it I'm noticing a slight bit of petty How you so ready? If past shit is past shit why can't you forget it? I'm starting to feel like your memory's selective My secret is, I hate these new niggas I tried to kept it, but I hate it!
Compositor: Jordan Alexander Ward (Jordan Ward) ECAD: Obra #28888174