Full of Hate lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Tray]
The streets full of hate, I gotta watch my own back
I keep it on my hip, play, you get your dome cracked
She looking at my diamonds, let me pull that [?] back
I've been in and out of state, I'm with my n*ggas in the scat
And if my n*ggas ke something, you can't get it back
Brother, he [?] something, turn you into ash
It ain't no turning back, when you see that lil flash
It was crazy when I see my n*ggas change for lil cash

[Verse 1: Lil Tray]
That's why I'm with the same n*ggas
Cut them off, we ain't f*cking with no lame n*ggas
I want the bag, I don't care about that fame, n*gga
It's Funk Or Die, I got it gleeming on my chain, n*gga
If you ain't sliding for your mans, then I can't hang with ya
'Cause that mean you ain't gon' slide for me
Back in middle school, I used to keep a 9 with me
Now I'm riding foreign, got the Glock 45 with me
Them n*ggas cap, talking 'bout how they gon' slidе on me
Beat they load up, thеy slide down, I ain't worried 'bout it
Got a fully on the Glock with a 30 added
Run into the crib, beat the safe, we gotta hurry at it
Was hard times growing up, in and out of housing
n*ggas ain't gon' slide, they on the 'Gram, they just talk about it
Got a hundred on the chop, shooting rockets out it
Hand my lil ghetto b*tch some Henny, told that b*tch to down it
I see the opps and I'm squeezing, ain't no way around it
[Chorus: Lil Tray]
The streets full of hate, I gotta watch my own back
I keep it on my hip, play, you get your dome cracked
She looking at my diamonds, let me pull that [?] back
I've been in and out of state, I'm with my n*ggas in the scat
And if my n*ggas ke something, you can't get it back
Brother, he [?] something, turn you into ash
It ain't no turning back, when you see that lil flash
It was crazy when I see my n*ggas change for lil cash

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Look
59 [?] 500 on my neck and wrist
How you say you looking for me? b*tch, I'm in the bricks
Real money man, from the top of the block
Migrated to the 6 when it got hot
9 times out of 10, I gotta keep it on me
Funk Or Die [?] money, [?]
[?] keep it a hundred, so I gave him 1
Broke n*gga sneak dissing, never made him 1
If you ain't know Lil Tray, he the problem child
n*gga, this a dirty game, you better [?]
Me and [?] shopping up at [?]
For all them broke n*ggas hating, I'ma ball harder
It's Philthy
[Chorus: Lil Tray]
The streets full of hate, I gotta watch my own back
I keep it on my hip, play, you get your dome cracked
She looking at my diamonds, let me pull that [?] back
I've been in and out of state, I'm with my n*ggas in the scat
And if my n*ggas ke something, you can't get it back
Brother, he [?] something, turn you into ash
It ain't no turning back, when you see that lil flash
It was crazy when I see my n*ggas change for lil cash