Hate Myself - Yavid

Lately I just ain’t myself

My conscious told me not to and I disobeyed myself

Prolly cuz I hate myself

And we were really thuggin

4 in the morning Christmas morning we was hustling

We was on the block bundled up with them bundles

House around the corner get heated by the oven

Wanna go in but the money ain’t been comin

My brothers wake up he gon need to eat something

Lord why you put this on me if you love me

All it make me hate myself

Had a 3 way with Quana

That was all I got that year

I still got hr panties somewher

Her man got shot that year and I swore to her

If I knew who did I would tell her but I didn’t

I ain’t giving up my brody

Bitches run-in round they got bodies in my city

Even my lil chick been shot boi you pussy

Pissin for my partners cuz all ofem dirty

PO call im nervous

(oh we were really trippin)

They say they gon hold me down how I know

I dont tell my brother that I love him cuz I dont

Ain’t seen him in 15 years and I hope

That when I see him that Im ready with my pole