Cash Clay - His Story lyrics

You hate that you love it You know it You hate that you love it Admit it You hate how it's written You hate how we thuggin If you came to try to stop it you buggin' I Paint pictures For kids who had nothin That shorty that got it You thought he was bluffin That rich kid that just needed his father But his father a workaholic So he talk to a bottle I walk for the people I got em Everything I'm discussin is common All this money is bringing is drama All that this money is bringing is drama Wifey opened up my back Put the battery in me These people wantin my identity S'flattering to me Came in the league And my Image was so clean cut Then I messed up Got locked up The sh** s**s But I ***siren sound*** up And I flexed up Cause my check up My Mclaren is white wit da gold trim I'm so blessed up You hate that you love it You know it You hate that you love it Admit it They tryna hold my head under da water I get it But I let I go and grew gills To swim the fishes Bump the high road I'm tryna play chicken I hope that they listening I'm cookin up It's so hot in this kitchen I'm in The "Fade" came out Then the hate came out The pressure's on But I'm prepared to bring my A game out I been workin like a slave At my alma matter I don't talk a lot about it But I got a lot of problems Ima solve If you ain't ready for consequence Then don't get involved Pop told me walk wit yo head up 'Fore they cut it off It's blood in my eyes I done seen the worst You let it breath and it spreads That's how fire works n***a I'm standing on a million I used to think that wings came wit da feelin' Nah Cause I ain't dead I survive sh** Wild sh** 20 on 1 and I survived it Mob sh** Wonder why I'm wildin Veins popping out my neck Gotta keep this family smiling Yeah You hate that you love it You know it You hate that you love it Admit it You hate how it's written You hate how we thuggin If you came to try to stop it you buggin You hate that you love it You know it You hate that you love it Admit it Ya best believe Ima take me a knee for the anthem This platform is OD He's a beast if you amp him See Wifey badder Than that Larry Obrien She dipped herself in the gold Here they go sirens my n***a One time for the gifted individual They nothin like I So they when ask me for my size Reply a 46.5 Baboon booty shoe bottom Like who got em Who's hotter than Opillas own Root for Chi But the pill is home my n***a Dame nice but he no where Near the throne my n***a How 'bout y'all leave me lone Y'all puttin me in a zone That hate gon' turn in to love I go Sylvester salone! You hate that you love it You know it You hate that you love it Admit it You hate how I'm spittin You hate it ain't written You hate it you hate it You love it You hate that you love it You know it You hate that you love it Admit it