Letra de Hate The Real - MCVertt

(Feat. 41, Kyle Richh, Jenn Carter, TaTa)

Grrah

Focus up, focus up

Grrah (MC, make another hit)

Grrah, grrah

(Project— Project X) Grrah, grrah

I don't know what to do

Sip Wock', get on my mood

Like members, we deep in the stu'

Push up, .40 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 shit

Roll up a blunt, not expressin' my pain

Like fuck, this shit 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 fuck about wealth

This shit 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

Niggas need to be real with themself

Grrah, I'm really one of the realest

Niggas buggin', I give 'em the belt

Bitch, I ain't trippin'

But these bitches be fuckin' for clout (Damn)

Netflix and chill, we could fuck on a— (We could fuck anywhere)

Thootie, fuck on a couch (Fuck on a couch)

I don't put trust to put faith into none of these bitches

They just want the life that I'm livin' (Livin')

Fuck up, bitch, I'm not committed (Not committed)

But she don't care, put my dick 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

Shit not the same if my niggas not winnin' (Shit 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 bitches

They just want the life that I'm livin' (Bitch)

Fuck up, bitch, I'm not committed (I'm not committed)

But she don't care, put my dick in her— (Dick in her— dick in her kitten)

Roll up a blunt, not expressin' my pain

Like fuck, this shit 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 fuck about wealth

This shit not good for my health

Is you gonna be there when I'm callin' for help?

Like I don't got nobody else (Bitch)

In this world, they gon' hate what is real (Hate what is real)

Niggas need to be real with themself (Real with themself)

Grrah, I'm really one of the realest

Niggas buggin', I give 'em the belt (Grrah, four-one shots to the head)

Grrah, limpin' my walk, I came through with a big Glock (Boom)

Bitches love me, they stare at my wristwatch (Stare at my wrist)

He keep dissin', fuck 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 fuckin' 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 shit weigh like a kilo (Yes)

Grrah, no, you can't put on this chain, bitch (Can't fit this chain, bitch)

Put some respect on my name, bitch (Word to bro)

Movie theaters, come hop in the spaceship (Movie theaters)

Movie theaters, she wanna be famous (Movie theaters)

Bustin', I'm on some laced shit (I'm on some laced shit)

I'm a beast, these bitches cannot tame it (Word to bro)

And if you owe me some bread, better pay it (Pussy)

Huh, nigga, give me that shit (Give me that shit)

Thootie tryna give me that shit (Give me that shit)

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)

Roll up a blunt, not expressin' my pain

Like fuck, this shit 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 fuck about wealth

This shit 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

Niggas need to be real with themself

Grrah, I'm really one of the realest

Niggas buggin', I give 'em the belt

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