Da Hated

Bm Em D
Bm A

[Verse 1: Vado]
Bm    F#m
Fuck duckin' drug enforcement
F#m
Tryna turn my niggas to Doug 
Morrises
Bm
Put 'em in position, become bosses
F#m
Writings on the wall, when spittin' 
I hung portraits
Bm       F#m
Waves spinnin', I'm dumb nauseous
F#m
If you got a few sittin' I want more
 of it
Bm
Never take the first number the 
judge offers
A
I'm in the Gucci store right under 
the Trump office
Bm        F#m
Are you living or you existin'?
F#m
Gotta start living, can't be 
resistant
Bm
No matter how you get it just be 
persistent
A
Consistent, from not become a 
statistic
Bm         F#m
Realistic, no lie
                    F#m
I'm at these niggas necks and I'm 
gifted, bow tie
                 Bm
Claimin' you the best, what you 
sniffin'? Bro high
           F#m
Sugar Ray Leonard, it be hittin' 
like no mas, hah
Bm                       F#m
Shame on a nigga, they tryna run 
game on a nigga
F#m
Like I ain't learn the game from a 
nigga
Bm
Ready to cock back and aim on a 
nigga
 F#m
Droppin' the top back in the rain on
 a nigga
Bm                         F#m
Rims bendin' the corners, bad 
bitches is on us
F#m
Breakin' day with the hittas, hit 
dirty kitchen in the morning
Bm
Breakin' haze in the swisher, that 
piff be havin' me yawnin'
F#m
Niggas claiming they with you, until
 it's rainin' and stormin'
Bm               F#m
That fake shit, smile up in your 
face shit
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F#m
Get around niggas and always sayin' 
some hate shit
Bm
How you been eatin'? Ain't never 
hand 'em a plate shit
F#m
Always see you speedin', up down the
 block in the spaceship
Bm         F#m
Hoodie on, BAPE fit, my blood on his
 ape shit
Clip will go bananas on any tree 
that he shake with
Bm
Feds in the cameras, they tryna peep
 every payment
F#m
Move like Sopranos we only speak in 
the basement
Bn                        F#m
Check my bank statements, while I 
stay patient
Niggas ain't playin', be careful who
 you play with
Bm                      F#m
Huh, you think shit a game
Got stopped by Police, gave a 
different name
Bm     F#m
Had my OG give me different game
Before my face was on the piece of a
 nigga chain
Bm                            F#m
Wish y'all could feel a nigga pain
Climbin' out the hole like the nigga
 Bane
Bm              F#m
Got a condo, a crib in Wayne
Nothing around but mansions, got me 
feeling strange

[Verse 2: Dave East]
Bm
Born crazy, late 80's and I'm still 
insane
F#m
From the streets, if you listen 
closely you can hear the train
Bm             F#m
My man got me vexed like fuck a 
friendship
Throw 80 at a nigga Mercedes and 
watch the Benz flip
Bm
My coach told me I was a loser and 
wouldn't win shit
F#m
Now I got twin chicks on my dick 
beggin' to french kiss
Bm                      F#m
Still got my GemStar, deflate all 
that gym shit
Buck fifty work your face out, 
permanent grin shit
Bm
I used to keep a negative vibe, was 
on some Grinch shit
F#m
Skimp a lil work off the top, I used
 to pinch shit
Bm              F#m
Uh, I just got off a jail call, an 
hour long
Feds be listening so we kickin' it 
with the shower on
Bm
These niggas acid, I'm cocaine in 
powder form
F#m
Watch his body drop, then we pulled 
off knockin' Quiet Storm
Bm
Yellow butter soft, I'm feelin' like
 Ike Love
F#m
Everybody pull up with choppers, 
shit like a bike club
Bm
Lately I just come up with this 
shit, ain't gotta write much
F#m
I'm focused, niggas with no 
direction'll fuck your life up
Bm
It's orchestrated, how the fuck 
these niggas afford to hate it?
F#m
Smoke with the dead, I might walk 
inside a morgue and blaze it
Bm
These are scriptures, all my verses 
are more than sacred
F#m
It's levels to this, you ain't never
 heard no Porches racin'
Bm                     F#m
You ain't never been 'round no 
bitches that's more than basic
The coke weak, don't trust the plug,
 then you oughta taste it
Bm
Put it on your gum, see how quick it
 numb
F#m
Your bitch stressed, she keep 
tellin' me 'bout how quick you cum
Bm                   F#m
When I think of the illest, I figure
 Big and Pun
Put a fork in him, this nigga done, 
go get a gun
Bm
Fightin' ain't like you, confused, 
why would they hype you?
F#m
Nigga you Ron Harper, out here 
actin' like Michael
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This what the life do, my past women
 spiteful
But fuck it, we got baking soda, 
let's see what this ice do
Bm
My man he just got his house I'm 
'bout to send a kite through
F#m
Don't come around, I ain't invite 
you
Bm                  F#m
I used to do Mauri gators, them 
shits will bite you
Don't nobody touch no money 'til the
 dice move
Bm
Just keep it tall, your mans sit and
 you see his call
F#m
Bitches talkin' bout Dave East from 
London the Edenwald
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I ain't scared of death, when I 
    F#m
sleep, me and the Reaper talk
Fresh out public housin', this life 
is better than we'd a thought
Bm
I want you off this Earth then we 
don't need to talk
F#m
Same rules apply, baby, she ain't 
fuckin' then she can walk