Hate On Me - YG, Lil Tjay

I don’t know what’s wrong, but I know somethin' I’m doin' just ain’t right

Told my niggas, «Be patient, just hang tight»

Head up through them hard times, this come with the gang life

I really had to work for the shit I want

Had to grind for the shit I need

I done made it out them trenches, don’t know why they hate on me, yeah

I don’t know why they hate on me

Police hit my house, yeah, they did that raid on me

They was tryna catch me slippin' with that thing on me (Ha)

They should’ve known it was in that safe, homie

Poker face, you know I got that spade on me (Poker face)

You niggas be buggin', I got that Raid on me

Paranoid touchin', they might change on me

But all the goons, that’s how I deal with the fame, homie, yeah homie

I don’t know why you like fuckin' up my high, I

I sent a kilo back to back just to get by, I

I feel these niggas hatin' on me, slime

Tell Lil Gotit pull up right the fuck now

Big steaks when we eatin', child

She suck a dick and then she bow

Got me like, wow, wow

Stream numbers keep on goin' up, could’ve fell

God on my side, I know he here to stay

But nowadays, I gotta keep my pistol anyway

I don’t know what’s wrong, but I know somethin' I’m doin' just ain’t right

Told my niggas, «Be patient, just hang tight»

Head up through them hard times, this come with the gang life

I really had to work for the shit I want (Work for the shit I want)

Had to grind for the shit I need (Had to grind for the shit I need)

I done made it out them trenches, don’t know why they hate on me, yeah

Gotta ride solo

I ride bulletproof, I ride low pro'

If I ain’t strapped up, it’s a no-go

Outside peanut butter, inside coco (Uh-oh)

My day ones ain’t day ones no more

I gotta keep my distance for sure

I can’t trust a motherfuckin' soul

I’m ten toes down in my sole

If he ridin', then we ridin' and we with it

My day one, please don’t change, stay committed

Just give me some time and it’s gon' make sense my nigga

'Cause I wanna trust you

'Cause I love you

'Cause I’ll be first one to shoot

You tried to play me, though, now it’s fuck you

I don’t know what’s wrong, but I know somethin' I’m doin' just ain’t right

Told my niggas, «Be patient, just hang tight»

Head up through them hard times, this come with the gang life

I really had to work for the shit I want (Work for the shit I want)

Had to grind for the shit I need (Had to grind for the shit I need)

I done made it out them trenches, don’t know why they hate on me, yeah