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CEO Trayle

I Don't Hate You

 

I Don't Hate You

(album: Stay Dangerous - 2021)


Hey, I almost had a breakthrough
Might shake it off, gotta shake you
Look at this shit like a loss and I hate you
But bitch, I'm the boss, I just take two
I almost had a breakthrough
Yeah, but bitch, I'ma shake you
Like you broke my heart, bitch, I'ma break you
Coming up, was my plan not to jade you
Told myself I'd be talking to Jésus
Sexy bitch and her eyes a lil' hazel
And I'm jaded, I can't wait to jade you
All this money and power what made you
I'ma bring all of my niggas on stage too
Hit that bitch out the park, C4 Babe Ruth
All this paper I'm getting ain't change me
But I see it, I noticed it changed you
And this bitch wanna give me her pussy
But I told the bitch just bring the brain through
Shoot the stick, I don't need me no aim too
Know that you hate me, bitch, I don't blame you
Come over with the big boss, I'ma train you
Commit a few murders, I frame you
Make sure that bitch get the picture, then frame it
A lion they sent to the jungle, I tamed it
1080, you know that's the angle
Maybach curtain, get the angles
Nigga might hop in the vert, blow the brain loose
Smoked a thoink and I talked to my angels
Popped a Perc', then I fucked for some hours
You can't go out, get no money, you coward
Broke niggas 'round me, I won't allow it
Mojo back like Austin Powers
Nigga know I got super powers
Nigga, my troops devour
Ayy, nigga, if you need proof, how 'bout it?
Nigga want smoke, my smoke the loudest
Know I'm making it rain, I popped a cloudy
Swimming with sharks around me
I just spilled a three-hundred-dollar cup
We see the opps, we sparking them up
Know fuck niggas, they talking 'em up
When she walk, I just look at the butt
I never needed niggas like they a crutch
Fill up the 'Wood and I dump out the guts
Go home, jump in her guts
I'm gon' double my dutch
C4 always coming in clutch
I'm rich, but I come from the 'jects
You don't want no animosity, Plex'
I'm the big boss, I'm one step on they neck
1080, throw up the set
Go cash a check
This nigga valid, I still gotta check
Do it for Reckless, long live Reck
Ayy, you'll die 'bout my respect
Ayy, C4 Aretha Franklin my TEC
Ayy, make sure you bet the house on me every time
Put the tape in the deck
Don't worry, Big C4 gon' straighten their necks
You know our relationship kinda complex
But I'ma always be there (For sure)
You know if you need me, just call
I got the cake, come and eat it, I ball
They say that I'm getting greedy, but where was they at them nights I wasn't eatin'?
Ayy, king cobra, slithering, scheming
Don't be bold, then go shop at Neimans
(Don't Stone Cold Steve Austin, breathe in
Make me go wake up them demons)
Caught you lacking, better be glad you breathing
Them niggas took everything except your life, them fucking heathens
Seen my brother at his funeral, I didn't wanna see it
Seen my cousin at his funeral, I didn't wanna see it
I give up all this pape', bring triple back, I fucking mean it
Until then, I'm fucking dreaming
(Ayy, bad-ass bitch with me, her job is sucking semen)
Ayy, ayy, double my cup, I'm leaning
Any nigga screaming, "What's up?" I'm beating
Drop that check and it's up, I'm leaving
Yeah, and my socks usually double-G's
Told Val and Corey we upping the fee
Professional lawyer, I ain't copping no pleas
Louis Vuitton sweatshirt my sleeves
Know he the bomb, popped a Perc', then speed
Can't see his face, it's up under that ski
This shit a race, Big C4 in the lead
Balling so hard, I should go to the league
Ayy, I'm smoking too much, my fatigue
Ayy, I'ma grip on the butt when I leave
Ayy, I'ma play in the cut like a Band-Aid
Don't believe in most of it, this man-made
Big C4, CEO got a fanbase
One wrong move, I caught a damn case
Smooth criminal, making my getaway
No subliminals, say what I gotta say
Truckload came in Christmas Day
He only fucking that bitch 'cause he need somewhere to stay
C4 don't play, ayy, man, the 'jects called for mayday
Ayy, man, you gotta pop off, don't wait
Them Amiri knockoff, no skate
Chicago like my second home
Nigga, I'm something like Gucci clone
I ain't tryna take no hoochie home
C4 run it like Al Capone
I'm tryna collect my shit real fast after I give out the loan
I ain't even have to go to no class to get a lot of dough
Uh, it's 4

done

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