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Album: Chronicles of an X-Hustler
(I hate you, I hate you)
He took away so much and I can never get it back
That's why I made a vow that I'll never take it back
Yeah I was doing good, but I was hurting people
I thought you was so pure, but you were pure evil
Yeah, when I was hungry you hooked me with some meals
When it was time for rent, yeah, you helped me pay the bills
Yeah, I was doing good off of people that I killed
I hate the day I met you, I'm just being real
I hate the fact I helped you make a slave of my mommy
But that's because you told me that I only needed money
You played me like a fool, yeah, you used me like a dummy
But if I see you dying, you can get no water from me
Yeah, you brought the money, but with it came the pain
Yeah, you made it sunny, but then it brought the rain
I came to set them free, man I'm through with making slaves
And I don't care how many other rappers sing your praise
You took so much from me, and I can never get it back
Lord knows I hate the day I ever sold crack, cocaine
I hate you, Lord knows I hate you
These rappers talk about the money, they talk about the fame
But they don't talk about the pain that comes from selling game
Crack I hate you, Cocaine I hate you
How could you take a little girl, then crush her whole dreams
Take a strong woman, and turn her to a fiend
I seen it with my own two, you almost crushed me whole team
That's why I thank the Lord he ain't let you crush me
How could you take a young boy, and strip him from his mother
It's been about ten years since I seen my little cousin
They took precious from the womb, I never seen my little cousin
That's why I hate you dearly, what you done to my cousins
Speaking on my cousins, they really miss their mother
I love my little cousins, they really miss their brothers
Look what you done did, you made their life hard
I can't wait to see the Lord, he going to crush you to the floor
(I hate you)
You took so much from me, and I can never get it back
Lord knows I hate the day I ever sold crack, cocaine
I hate you, Lord knows I hate you
These rappers talk about the money, they talk about the fame
But they don't talk about the pain that comes from selling game
Crack I hate you, Cocaine I hate you
Now you can give us money, and you can give us power
With a little bit of both, you can give strength to a coward
You can give us cars, and you can give us houses
You can give us pleasure make it rain by the thousands
And even by the millions, you can give us islands
Put us on a tour selling multi-platinum albums
But your reign is short, go on and enjoy your hour
Cause you are just a flower, and God he holds the power
And what you do not tell us in this dream that you sell us
Is that we storing wrath against a God that is jealous
And if we don't repent, turn to you, and serve the Lord
For every gram we sell, we going to be judged by the Lord
That's why we all should hate you
You took so much from me, and I can never get it back
Lord knows I hate the day I ever sold crack, cocaine
I hate you, Lord knows I hate you
These rappers talk about the money, they talk about the fame
But they don't talk about the pain that comes from selling game
Crack I hate you, Cocaine I hate you
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