Hate on Me Songtext
von YG feat. Lil Tjay

Oh

I don′t know what's wrong, but I know somethin′ I'm doin' just ain′t right
Told my niggas, "Be patient, just hang tight"
Head up through them hard times, this come with the gang life
I really had to work for the shit I want
Had to grind for the shit I need
I done made it out them trenches, don′t know why they hate on me, yeah

I don't know why they hate on me
Police hit my house, yeah, they did that raid on me
They was tryna catch me slippin′ with that thing on me (ha)
They should've known it was in that safe, homie

Poker face, you know I got that spade on me (poker face)
You niggas be buggin′, I got that Raid on me
Paranoid touchin', they might change on me
But all the goons, that′s how I deal with the fame, homie, yeah homie


I don't know why you like fuckin' up my high, I
I sip tequila back to back just to get by, I
I feel these niggas hatin′ on me, slime
Tell Lil Gotit pull up right the fuck now
Big steaks when we eatin′, child
She suck a dick and then she bow
Got me like, wow, wow

Stream numbers keep on goin' up, could′ve fell
God on my side, I know he here to stay
But nowadays, I gotta keep my pistol anyway

I don't know what′s wrong, but I know somethin' I′m doin' just ain't right
Told my niggas, "Be patient, just hang tight"
Head up through them hard times, this come with the gang life
I really had to work for the shit I want (work for the shit I want)
Had to grind for the shit I need (had to grind for the shit I need)
I done made it out them trenches, don′t know why they hate on me, yeah

Gotta ride solo
I ride bulletproof, I ride low pro′
If I ain't strapped up, it′s a no-go
Outside peanut butter, inside coco (uh-oh)
My day ones ain't day ones no more
I gotta keep my distance for sure
I can′t trust a motherfuckin' soul
I′m ten toes down in my sole


If he ridin', then we ridin' and we with it
My day one, please don′t change, stay committed
Just give me some time and it′s gon' make sense my nigga
′Cause I wanna trust you
'Cause I love you
′Cause I'll be the first one to shoot
You tried to play me, though, now it′s fuck you

I don't know what's wrong, but I know somethin′ I′m doin' just ain′t right
Told my niggas, "Be patient, just hang tight"
Head up through them hard times, this come with the gang life
I really had to work for the shit I want (work for the shit I want)
Had to grind for the shit I need (had to grind for the shit I need)
I done made it out them trenches, don't know why they hate on me, yeah