Lyrics Block out the Hate - Tracy Lamont

Lil Bitty bitch
I took my place in the mix
Turnt up the gear
Made a shift
Ain't have a ride
Still got a Lyft
Swallowed my pride
So choke on my dick
Choke on my dick
Woah
What it take to be heard
What it take to be seen
They just want killers and cream
Hop out the Jeep
Carrots on me
I see success on the creep
We gotta eat
Aye
They changing the game
Might wanna change how you playing
Just got a beep aye
Looking for moves
Kwama said he up the street
We on the way
Yea
We on the way
I got the moves
I'm making plays
Blending a smoothie
I make it shake
I'm dropping jewels
Get out the way
I'm in the news
In several states
Don't get confused
Like I'm just the face
Bending the rules
Praying for grace

This how I block out the hate
Sprinkle my sins with seeds of faith
Blood on my hands
If I'm shot in the face
It's blood and it's tears and its sweat
When I lace
Up all these tracks
This hoe feel like we straight
Fuck being humble
I feel like we great
Everyone got they own plate

This hoe what feel like we straight
This hoe what feel like we straight
This hoe what feel like we straight
This how I block out the hate