Hate To Say - M Huncho

Busy busy, yeah my lifestyles busy

Air Force Ones, old school babe ridin' with me

Ridin' with me

Smart cars, no fast cars I was pushing M

If I could start again I’d do it all again

If I could choose my friends I’d do it all again

Could have been a millionaire, I couldn’t phone a friend

Cause we’re family and they got my back that’s gladly

Conversations about some grammys no awards we’re talking grammys

Stepping into motives looking swanky

Giving all these pretty bitches hella woody hit their ass up with a spanky

Plastic on my private, in case it gets funky

I don’t need no kids cause these hoes they don’t love me

The streets they don’t love me

My creator loves me so I’m hoping that he guides me

I’m having nightmares full of fighting but its me against myself saying 'fight

me'

Battles with my soul they wouldn’t understand the crime sprees

All the tag teams, to make this money lanky

I only followed you, you’re some eye candy

They wanna know the reason why I always wear a bally

Cause the way I keep these tallys, sorry yeah I kept the tally

Tallying all these shots up in the morning

Yeah I’ll be real this life is boring

Got a shot in ally pally

Bitches try stress me out, they just silly Sallys

Nothing’s more important than family

For them I’d give this up, I’d do it gladly

Same way she just took off her panties

It all started from turning raw dough to toasted bread

It all began from the time they cared about their creds

Panicking, keep on running into feds

Package things, stash up in the kitchenette

Let me start again, yo my name is Huncho

No I ain’t' no cut throat, if it ever came to that you know that I’d be cut

throat

My bitch don’t know I do this music but still I’d give her sore throats

Expensive jackets, goose coats

Expensive jackets, moose coats

Expensive jackets, fur coats

It’s all needed yeah yeah cause these roads cold

Digging through the dirt I’m trying to find gold

Remember when I worked from a five fold

Same shit just a different day

Same routine now I turn up kinda late

Cause music ain’t a priority I gotta make a change

My brother got some yuts he needs some change

My brothers in the can yeah they need some change

Impersonators in this ting yeah they gotta change

Can’t blackball me yeah you need to change

You know I ain’t a boy up in this fucking game

Busy busy yeah my lifestyles busy

Air Force Ones, old school babe riding with me

Ridin' with me

You zimmie, you zimmie

This industry couldn’t see me

I just made a 1unna

I just made another

Giving her the pipe like plumber

I will never cuff her

Smoking so much Stardawg

I’m reminiscing times with my dawgs in the summer

I’ve never been a next mans runner, had my own feet that’s runner

Had to bag this grub I was 1up

Stinky ass yard, with mode on the come up

It’s raining outside I stepped in when it was sun up

I stepped out twelve hours later still sun up

God willing, I get to pick my son up

Tired of telling all these bummy jiggas get your funds up

Yeah that’s my end of year summer

Used to walk miles to my shirt that’s a milestone

Allergic reaction, can’t be around Five-O

When they caught me up in wotty now

Fam getting rushed that was my woe

I catch him on the rebound its live oh

Yeah they’ve had their prime but everyones prime goes

Huncho, Optimus Prime though

This dick turned this hoe into a psycho

Got this new pack and its Avant-garde

Getting feedback shots saying 'oh my lord'

Had to do a couple laps on the boulevard

Fuck feds, fuck the undies, fuck the Scotland Yard

I pull up uninvited no greeting card

I don’t think about them man I disregard

My partner had to pattern through a prison guard

My partner had to pattern through a prison guard