hate

Here's looking at you, kid

Let me tell you what I hate, everything I ain't

Everything I’ve done, everything I break

I hate the way that you were saying I'd be great, straight

Let me tell you what I love, that there's no one above

The thought: "It is what it is"

Shit, same thought, it was what it was

Yeah, I’m like the dove that had flew too close to the Sun

And he knew deep down there was nothing he could do

It's fuckеd because the Sun was you

But still I tеll you what I hate, though

The same fellas getting bodied by the plain clothes

The same niggas that would follow under rainbows

The very same boys that would follow on the way home

Yeah, either your jacket or your raincoat

Tryna take suttin' that ain't dope, it's painful

At times I wish I had a guardian angel

To help me with the brothers, that's shameful

But still I love the rainfall

I love the fact that they're so fucking grateful

I love the fact that my plate's full

I love the money in my bank, it’s disgraceful, so many zeroes

I’ve brushed shoulders with so many heroes

I lost count, still hold those dineros

Tryna say suttin', my ears closed

I fear those lost in the past living on the recline

The same look up in their eyes if they’re borrowing time

It's nine lives, on the eight, see the finishing line

It's right there on the horiz... couldn't finish the rhyme

I hate time, I said I fucking hate time