Hate In Your Soul

F#m C#m
Bm
Tried to tell them niggas think 
outside the box
D
If young Metro don't trust you, I'm 
gon' shoot you

[Chorus]
C#m                             
Got too many racks on me, can't fit 
F#m
in the wallet
C#m                       Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck
 with no stylist
E
You got that hate all in your soul, 
can't do nothing about it
D
You got that hate inside your soul, 
you can't do nothing about it
C#m                        Bm
Got too many racks on me, can't fit 
in my wallet
Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck
 with no stylist
E
You got that hate all in your soul, 
can't do nothing about it
D
You don' sold your soul, you can't 
do nothing about it

[Verse 1]
D
One for the money, yes Sir, two for 
the show
   Bm
A couple years ago, selling blow in 
Mexico
       A
Was a starter, something good
                      Bm
Now I pull up in the 'Rari, I'm in 
my hood
                         D
Yeah, just rolling that dank up
Niggas ain't never wanted no war 
with us
                       Bm
Niggas ain't never did fly with us
Bitch my clique notorious
                    E
Bet you can't come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like 
this
Bm
Got a bankroll like I'm still 
serving that fish scale
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D
I did a girl in private, she don't 
wanna hide it
Bm
Before you tell your mamma, you need
 to run it by me
E
I'm takin' this personal nigga like 
Monica
Bm
I do what I want, I go fuck up some 
commas
Bm                                
I keep a strap on me Osama, you 
     C#m
know I came and conquered
I put the hustle in front of me, you
         E
 know a nigga a monster
     Bm          E         Bm    
You know a nigga piranha, you 
    D
know I hop out at any time
And I'm in Chanel and Prada

[Chorus]
C#m                             
Got too many racks on me, can't fit 
F#m
in the wallet
C#m                       Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck
 with no stylist
E
You got that hate all in your soul, 
can't do nothing about it
D
You got that hate inside your soul, 
you can't do nothing about it
C#m                        Bm
Got too many racks on me, can't fit 
in my wallet
Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck
 with no stylist
E
You got that hate all in your soul, 
can't do nothing about it
D
You don' sold your soul, you can't 
do nothing about it

[Verse 2]
F#m
You in them cuts 'cause that's your 
hiding ritual
C#m
You at your grandma house, you 
posted up
Bm
You put that chopper on IG
D                           E    
You ready to let it go to make 
           D
'em how to believe it
You hit your block an' get in it
Bm           E
You hit that block an' get in it
               C#m
You used to glorify this life, nigga
Bm
Yeah, them niggas took your life, 
nigga
D
You see how niggas think about you?
Bm
Now, you layin' on the pavement
E        C#m
Nigga, bleedin' from your backside
Bm
'Boutta take a long vacation
D
Pour out Hennessey for you
Bm
Pour some Hennessey for you
A
I know that's your favourite drink, 
nigga
Bm
(I know that's your favourite drink)

[Chorus]
C#m                             
Got too many racks on me, can't fit 
F#m
in the wallet
C#m                       Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck
 with no stylist
E
You got that hate all in your soul, 
can't do nothing about it
D
You got that hate inside your soul, 
you can't do nothing about it
C#m                        Bm
Got too many racks on me, can't fit 
in my wallet
Bm
Got too much style on me, can't fuck
 with no stylist
E
You got that hate all in your soul, 
can't do nothing about it
D
You don' sold your soul, you can't 
do nothing about it