Текст песни Might As Well Hate Me, Vol. 2 - Gunbi

I was like
Sitting there past thirty
You were never fucking with me
You were never fucking with me
You were never fucking with me
You were, Gunbi, run that shit back
Just like that, okay
Last month it hit me, I ran on a cushion
I sat on it's face, broke a heart, broke commitment
Now I feel empty, I fill it with Carrie, I'm telekinetic, you better move from me
Fuck this beginning, is blurry and spooky
It took me this long, took myself just to push me
Look I just might invite pessimist people for sport
And for bait so you might as well hate me

You might as well hate me
You might as well hate me
You might as well hate me
I am who made me you might as well hate me (Heeyaah)

I was coasting on the road
Homie wait I was gone, haaa
I was sitting on the go
I was hoping, but now I ain't wishing for it, on some go getter shhh
This is a gunbi production
(Naaah, Naah, Naaah)
Little bitty homie running by my way
Wanna talk next level, come and play my game
Talkin bout I keep it simple, praying hand emoji that I send
Talking bout some namaste
I feel my figure, it's body or money printer
True homies don't dab up with other haters
Keep quiet on a nigga, miss ya moment
A past lover turning in to my opponent
That's the way my life goes, apple tree make fruit bowls
Fuck around and give out iPhones
Mess around and plan my life out just for giggles
Imagine if I played my part, no intermission with a flex
A little ice on my chest, and ice cold for the rest, cus I'm over it
Huh, stress got a brother thinking kneeling and sleeping nowadays will make press, 2020 Shit
Pass the torch, now it's my time stamp homie
Master class, I'm running blind until you tell me
Bout the man on top, it's Jay Z to a culture
A fine line between a mogul or a vulture
I meant it, if you can't match my vibe, get no credit
Little bit of life on side, with no relish
No life plan on file, 9 to 5 all year, I don't like it so don't press me with the issue
I just sit real chill at the house
Chill vibe, DBZ on the couch
Left on read, I'm numb to it now
That's that grudge I hold to a fault so you might as well hate me

(Call it truth talk like theme song)
You might as well hate me
You might as well hate me
I am who made me you might as well hate me (heeyaah)

Feeling like an eight ball
Last in the hole don't push me
Rare as it comes, preaching what was said before, but it's my first time so it's new to me
My life turned to drastic
I drove auto, but now it's a stick
I see patterns, it's Gary V vision you love and you tear up, then leave and that's it
That's the type of shit I wasn't bound to fix
High school acting like a therapist
Loud mouth turned into an analyst
I was instant gratification like a fist bump
Now I'm instant for the night and then I continue the hype
I pray the people bragging never got they chest done
The flaming ego burning cold, I see it crying down below
Get off my leg, I was tryna run around don't hold me to a debt
Now that I'm free, from a moral state I'm in pace
I'm on a race to get paid for my passion, wait find another case
Sooner that I move I'm out the state
Run around and get a lil famous
Run around and make a couple greats
When I move on, don't relate
Don't compare me to trait
I'm a fugazi to you till I can't be no more than authentic, you might as well hate me

You might as well hate me
You might as well hate me
You might as well hate me
I am who made me you might as well hate me
You might as well hate me
I am who made me you might as well