Hate lyrics

Uh, wish my lil' brother
Was here with me (here with me)
Tired of thinkin' to myself
About humanity (humanity)
Stay focused on the cash
Not the fantasies (fantasies)
I could be walkin' on the street
And they would hate on me (hate on me)

Uh, I'm gettin' sick
Off all the haters
Most of the time
I get that money
Countin' all the paper
If he on my di*k
I cut him up
Like a taper
Shots right through his chest
I ball him up, like the lakers
Yeah, I rap for money
Not attention
Aimin' for the top
Is my only intention
Tryna find a cure for all the hate
But it's stuck to my head
They can't keep focus on theysef
Just wanna bother me instead
Uh, I be trappin out the bash
Rackin' up the bags and countin' up the cash
She love it when I f*ck her
She love it in the ass
If I ain't got no time, put my foot up on the gas
Aye, yeah, they used to call me a loser
Depression ain't a issue
I solve it with my movers
Be takin' these pills
I feel like freddy krueger
I'm steamin' on the gas
And I puff to the madula

Yeah, uh, got the Glocks
I got the mags
If he try to hate
I get him wet, like puppy pads
She said she want the di*k
Ain't even ask her why she sad
But please don't get me twisted
Cos, lil' b*tch, I ain't your dad, aye!