Hater

I hate how fast all these years of my life passed
I hate going to sleep without a nightcap
I hate having to worry about the price tag
Hate these white kids only listening to white rap
I hate rap cats who only rap to stack cash
And taking pictures of it just to blast it on they snapchat
I hate stressing out, mostly 'bout money
I hate the comment section 'less you post something funny
I hate when people lose it over people choosing gender
Or when I lose my temper or roofing in December
I hate facebooking on an everyday basis
And the fact that my heart’s filled with all this hatred
I hate racists, I hate rapists
I hate fake shit and people who are tasteless
If you love anything above I’ll see you later
You can be an asshole, I’ll just be a
Hater, I guess I’ll see you later
I’m not the type to cater
I don’t think that I’m greater
I’m just a hater
I guess I’ll see you later
I’m not the type to cater
I don’t think that I’m greater
I’m just a hater
I hate saving money, I hate spending cash
I hate Republicans, I hate Democrats
I hate when rappers always claim to be the nicest
I hate self righteous people as much as ISIS
I hate the cops that abuse their badge
All the drunk wife beaters and abusive dads
I hate when the club I’m playing ain’t got a mic stand
And the sight of a grown man wearing tight pants
I hate the fact I ain’t never had fame
And even more that I’m the only one to blame
I’d say I hate the rain, but I hate complaining
«It is what it is», man I hate that saying
I hate old heads who be making fun of new shit
But the truth is not a fan of these new kids
If you love anything above I’ll see you later
You can be an asshole, I’ll just be a
Hater, I guess I’ll see you later
I’m not the type to cater
I don’t think that I’m greater
I’m just a hater
I guess I’ll see you later
I’m not the type to cater
I don’t think that I’m greater
I’m just a hater
I hate when random rappers holler for a verse
And when I hit 'em back, got no dollars to disperse
They call it a collab, man I’m calling it absurd
And I hate motherfuckers who be following the herd
I hate when I smoke all my pot 'till it’s gone
And when a cop stops me and I ain’t done shit wrong
Hate not popping but rocking it for this long
And the fact I can’t write the opposite of this song
I hate it all sometimes, wanna zone out
Without a doubt sometimes I hate my own self
Not to pelt, but I hate that I don’t own wealth
And the fact that my lower back’s fucking blown out
I hate being late, I hate being pestered
I hate season eight of the show Dexter
If you love anything above I’ll see you later
You can be a dick, I’ll just be a
Hater, I guess I’ll see you later
I’m not the type to cater
I don’t think that I’m greater
I’m just a hater
I guess I’ll see you later
I’m not the type to cater
I don’t think that I’m greater
I’m just a hater
Just a hater
I’m just a hater
Hater
Just a hater
I’m just a hater