I Don't Hate You
    (专辑: 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