Hate The Real lyrics

[Intro: Jenn Carter]
Grrah
Focus up, focus up
Grrah (MC, make another hit)
Grrah, grrah
(Project— Project X) Grrah, grrah

[Verse 1: Jenn Carter]
I don't know what to do
Sip Wock', get on my mood
Like members, we deep in the stu'
Push up, forty gon' boom
Sweep up the scene after poppin' a broom
I told bro to go ku
Cop Sprite, mix it with Tris
Now I'm 'bout to get on my sh*t

[Chorus: Jenn Carter]
Roll up a blunt, not expressin' my pain
Like f*ck, this sh*t hurt every day
If it pour, would you walk through the rain?
Is you gon' leave when I beg you to stay?
Got too much on my plate
I've been holdin' the weight
I just think to myself
I pop a pill like every day
Give a f*ck about wealth
This sh*t not good for my health
Is you gonna be there when I'm callin' for help?
Likе I don't got nobody else
In this world, they gon' hatе what is real
n*ggas need to be real with themself
Grrah, I'm really one of the realest
n*ggas buggin', I give 'em the belt
[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]
b*tch, I ain't trippin'
But these b*tches be f*ckin' for clout (Damn)
Netflix and chill, we could f*ck on a— (We could f*ck anywhere)
Thootie, f*ck on a couch (f*ck on a couch)
I don't put trust to put faith into none of these b*tches
They just want the life that I'm livin' (Livin')
f*ck up, b*tch, I'm not committed (Not committed)
But she don't care, put my di*k in her kitten
Cop me a check, broke it up with the team
And I told 'em that this is only the beginnin' ('Ginnin', like damn)
I got money, I'm feelin' complete
sh*t not the same if my n*ggas not winnin' (sh*t not the same)
Fifteen, we was still sharin' keys
We was hungry together, now we gonna eat (Now we gonna eat)
Feelin' myself when I pop me a P
And my vision is blurry, I can't even read (Party, damn)
SV, please pick up the pace (Pick up the pace)
D's on my bop, take 'em out on a chase
Like please ease on the brakes (Ease on the brakes, damn)
I don't put trust to put faith in none of these b*tches
They just want the life that I'm livin' (b*tch)
f*ck up, b*tch, I'm not committed (I'm not committed)
But she don't care, put my di*k in her— (di*k in her— di*k in her kitten)

[Chorus: Jenn Carter & TaTa]
Roll up a blunt, not expressin' my pain
Like f*ck, this sh*t hurt every day
If it pour, would you walk through the rain?
Is you gon' leave when I beg you to stay?
Got too much on my plate
I've been holdin' the weight
I just think to myself
I pop a pill like every day
Give a f*ck about wealth
This sh*t not good for my health
Is you gonna be there when I'm callin' for help?
Like I don't got nobody else (b*tch)
In this world, they gon' hate what is real (Hate what is real)
n*ggas need to be real with themself (Real with themself)
Grrah, I'm really one of the realest
n*ggas buggin', I give 'em the belt (Grrah, four-one shots to the head)
[Verse 3: TaTa]
Grrah, limpin' my walk, I came through with a big Glock (Boom)
b*tches love me, they stare at my wristwatch (Stare at my wrist)
He keep dissin', f*ck around, get him shot
I'm in the club, I'm vibin' watchin' TikTok drinkin' (Huh, damn, damn, damn)
Grrah, I'm in the club, I'm vibin' watchin' TikTok thinkin' (Damn, damn, damn)
Who she be f*ckin' when I'm not there? Who this shorty be lovin'? (Who this shorty be lovin'? Damn)
Grrah, diamonds on my body shinin' like disco (Disco)
Light-skin jawn with a fatty, bingo (Yes)
Thootie say she jackin' my lingo (Yes)
It's a house on my neck, this sh*t weigh like a kilo (Yes)
Grrah, no, you can't put on this chain, b*tch (Can't fit this chain, b*tch)
Put some respect on my name, b*tch (Word to bro)
Movie theaters, come hop in the spaceship (Movie theaters)
Movie theaters, she wanna be famous (Movie theaters)
Bussin', I'm on some laced sh*t (I'm on some laced sh*t)
I'm a beast, these b*tches cannot tame it (Word to bro)
And if you owe me some bread, better pay it (pus*y)
Huh, n*gga, give me that sh*t (Give me that sh*t)
Thootie tryna give me that sh*t (Give me that sh*t)
Feel like Steph, off a 30, I shoot, I won't brick (Word to bro)
All my chains on when I go back to the bricks (Back to the trenches)

[Chorus: Jenn Carter]
Roll up a blunt, not expressin' my pain
Like f*ck, this sh*t hurt every day
If it pour, would you walk through the rain?
Is you gon' leave when I beg you to stay?
Got too much on my plate
I've been holdin' the weight
I just think to myself
I pop a pill like every day
Give a f*ck about wealth
This sh*t not good for my health
Is you gonna be there when I'm callin' for help?
Like I don't got nobody else
In this world, they gon' hate what is real
n*ggas need to be real with themself
Grrah, I'm really one of the realest
n*ggas buggin', I give 'em the belt