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The truth will set you freeBut first, it’ll piss you off
Hate! Bad bitches wanna be my baeHate! Hunt me down like the CIAHate! Side of my car, tryna see my faceHate! Want me to beat it like the T.I. caseOh (hate!) and if it’s heated I’ma feed my faceHate! And best believe, it’s gon’ be outrageousHate! Hatin’ niggas can’t believe my raceHate! Niggas hit you with the Eli face, oh
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’Scrunchin’ their eyes with your name in their mouth andBouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Hate! You keep askin’ me where I’m fromHate! About the borders and, did I run?Hate! Keep askin’ how I feel ’bout gunsHate! There’s a light and dark army, which side you choose? OhHate! If not now then when?Hate! And if not me then who?Hate! Don’t drink the kool-aid, my friendsHate! I tried to tell y’all about this dude
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’Hate supplements are found right in their couchesBouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Wait, wait a minuteShout out to them people, peopleWait, wait a minuteP-p-p-people, peopleWait, wait a minuteMad ethnic right now
I get it how I live itI live it how I getCount the mothafuckin’ digitsI pull up with a lemonNot ’cause she ain’t livin’It’s just your eyes get acidicAnd this here ain’t a scrimmageMothafucka, we ain’t finishedI told you we won’t stopA nigga ’bouta businessLike yours, but you rent itWave hello to the topNigga, the veyron glideTell the paparazzi get the lens rightGot the window down, top, blowin’ laGot the hazards on, only doin’ fiveYou can catch me, Rih, in the new la Ferrar’
And the truck behind me got armsYeah, longer than LeBronJust waitin’ for my thumb like the FonzWoo! This beat tastes like lunchBut it’s runnin’ from veneers and it’s runnin’ from the frontsBut everyday, hey, wasn’t lemonadeI was afraid, once a nigga graduateWould I be okay?So I prayed and I playedIt’s rihanna, niggaMy constellation in spaceWarp speed, Doctor Spock couldn’t chase, nigga
Nigga, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the faceBath salt, bitin’ speakers in the faceBath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the faceBath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the faceBath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the faceBath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the faceBath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the faceBath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the faceBath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
I get it how I live itI live it how I getCount the mothafuckin’ digitsI pull up with a lemonNot ’cause she ain’t livin’It’s just your eyes get acidicAnd this here ain’t a scrimmageMothafucka, we ain’t finishedI told you we won’t stopA nigga ’bouta businessLike yours, but you rent itWave hello to the topNigga, the veyron glideTell the paparazzi get the lens rightGot the window down, top, blowin’ laGot the hazards on, only doin’ fiveYou can catch me
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
You can catch meWait, wait a minuteWait, wait a minuteWait, wait a minuteWait, wait a minuteWait, wait a minuteWait, wait a minuteWait, wait a minuteWait, wait a minute