Cant Hide the Hate

Lyrics

[Chorus: Mr. Sche] These motherfucking niggas can't hide the hate That's why I keep my frenemies miles away These motherfucking niggas can't hide the hate That's why I keep a fat dome 'round my waist These motherfucking niggas can't hide the hate That's why I keep my frienemies miles away These motherfucking niggas can't hide the hate That's why I keep a fat dome ''round my waist 'Round my waist, look [Verse 1: Mr. Sche] I'm a mixed nigga, so you know I'm gutter (Yeah) Daddy locked up, single mother Had the hardest timе tryna reach you brother Joined thе game, wasn't nothin' but trouble (What's up?) At a younger age, I was gettin' paid (Yeah) Fifteen, I was gettin' lad (Yeah) Seventeen, I was stealin' cars At nineteen, don't work [so straight?] So, best believe I had a hard time Tryin' to hustle, tryin' to grind (Okay) Realized I was [gleamin'?] maggot, now it's time for a pimp to shine There was a lot of niggas tryna kill me (Yeah) But they couldn't stop a real G (Nah) So a gangster say solo, no fingers to point to say "Kill me" (Fuck nah!) 'Cause niggas snitch when they get scared (Yah) Niggas scared of that jail bed Mister Sche, fuck the law, several times in folk red My own niggas wanna see me fall (Damn) Hatin' me, so fuck y'all All of the real's still M.V.P on the court playin' ball (Yeah) Standin' tall, pickin' hands Keepin' bitches in a trance (Choke up) Big pimpin' across the land They bring that money in rubber bands (Yeah) I'm Mister Sche, Eastwood (Yeah) Still smokin' that goodie good (Let's go) Still respected in the hood I'm a bad guy doin' good [Chorus: Mr. Sche] These motherfucking niggas can't hide the hate That's why I keep my frenemies miles away These motherfucking niggas can't hide the hate That's why I keep a fat dome 'round my waist These motherfucking niggas can't hide the hate That's why I keep my frienemies miles away These motherfucking niggas can't hide the hate That's why I keep a fat dome ''round my waist 'Round my waist, look [Verse 2: T-Rock] I've been cheated on and lied to and hated on That's the reason I'm pimpin' (Yeah!) Ye ain't need this love when you broke as them But hate hard ass Hell when you winnin' (Yeah) They don't set goals like we do (Nah) They attitude is straight see-thru They can't hide the hate and that's why I'm blastin' Leave 'em in, I see you I done showed love and got spit on Just 'cause I'm the shit, I got shit on By the ones I love who wanted my spot Still don't know what I did wrong (Damn) That hatin' spirit ain't helpin' niggas who keep that and don't live long (Yeah) They covet all the treasure that I possess and the throne that I sit on If you don't grind for yourself Then I'm still passin' you, I can't suffer with ya (Ayy) Niggas could have a bi'ness but they too busy talkin' 'bout lovin' niggas You quit your job and upset you're broke And that's why real niggas ain't fuckin' with ya (Ayy) Soft ass punks [?] full mad 'cause you got no hustle in ya When you see me gooned up and them guns blast, be duckin' nigga We shoot first and take no prisoners, bitch, it's all or nothin' nigga We still ridin' outrageous (Hey) With big guns around our waists' I can smell the hate a mile away, beyond the smilin' faces Ya heard me? [Chorus: Mr. Sche] These motherfucking niggas can't hide the hate That's why I keep my frenemies miles away These motherfucking niggas can't hide the hate That's why I keep a fat dome 'round my waist These motherfucking niggas can't hide the hate That's why I keep my frienemies miles away These motherfucking niggas can't hide the hate That's why I keep a fat dome ''round my waist 'Round my waist, look [Instrumental]