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hate in disguise - lg malique lyrics

[intro]
uh
(yeah, ayy, yo, [? 0:08], play that b*tch back)
i can’t give it up (na, na*na*na*na*na)
([? 0:13], heat it up) mmm
ayy, free migo, n*gga
we gon’ ball ’til we fall like [? 0:24], n*gga (oh, whoa)

[chorus]
i really couldn’t imagine me fake actin’ and braggin’ (uh, whoa)
i see the jealousy all on their face, it’s like acne (uh, whoa, oh)
really thought you’d be happy that the devil didn’t catch me (whoa, oh)
but i see you looked past me, i ran it up, yeah, sadly (yeah)
and a lot of n*ggas want my spot, but i won’t give it up (yeah)
the streets got a dress code and the only rule is to keep it tucked (yeah)
it ain’t no shot clock, but i promise it’s gon’ come in clutch (yeah)
mama, you won’t bury me, i promise i ain’t this smart for nothin’ (huh)
[verse 1]
they ain’t got no chance but to let him out like the ink in his pen
we took our first l being born in the trenches we in
fallen soldiers, half of ’em dead, the rest couldn’t meet my ends
but that ain’t gon’ stop sh*t ’cause i’m an ape, but i stand on all ten
funny how they never show no love to a street n*gga
no friction, but you went against the grain, i had to hit you
fake n*ggas say i changed, they tryna frame a n*gga picture
when it’s smoke, no, we don’t run, we light that flame and turn into hipsters (yeah), yeah
i be deep in the streets, so don’t be surprised if it’s my bride
n*gga, i ain’t that colorblind, i can see the hate in disguise
funny how i don’t never lose my vision when i close my eyes
but no matter how hard i try (whoa)

[chorus]
i just really couldn’t imagine me fake actin’ and braggin’ (whoa)
i see the jealousy all on their face, it’s like acne (whoa)
really thought you’d be happy that the devil didn’t catch me (whoa)
but i see you looked past me, i ran it up, yeah, sadly
and a lot of n*ggas want my spot, but i won’t give it up
the streets got a dress code and the only rule is to keep it tucked
it ain’t no shot clock, but i promise it’s gon’ come in clutch
mama, you won’t bury me, i promise i ain’t this smart for nothin’ (yeah), uh

[verse 2]
grown n*ggas look up to a lil’ n*gga, that should tell you somethin’
my own blood did my funky, i don’t wanna go to compton
knew it was the end of my struggle, but i didn’t hear no trumpets
better tell the world i’m comin’, b*tch, i’m a star, no common
we all know who gon’ be real at the end
i know you ain’t my n*gga, but i still want you to win (uh)
we gon’ break that money down, split the dividends
we gon’ get that money fast, call it bringin’ end, uh
unh*uh, d*ck on this stick, but it’s straight
you hear that big n*gga vvs, got some good ph
pain, money, and struggle, n*gga, i told you we was gon’ be safe
they know what the business is, i ain’t gotta carry no briefcase
[chorus]
i just really couldn’t imagine me fake actin’ and braggin’ (uh, whoa)
i see the jealousy all on their face, it’s like acne (uh, whoa, oh)
really thought you’d be happy that the devil didn’t catch me (whoa, oh)
but i see you looked past me, i ran it up, yeah, sadly (yeah)
and a lot of n*ggas want my spot, but i won’t give it up (yeah)
the streets got a dress code and the only rule is to keep it tucked (yeah)
it ain’t no shot clock, but i promise it’s gon’ come in clutch (yeah)
mama, you won’t bury me, i promise i ain’t this smart for nothin’, uh

- lg malique lyrics

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