Written and produced by Ronald Bell and G-Dawg Trading~
[chorus]
I am sick of all the hate
last hot take I think I'll take
nonsense always talking jive
only way for them to thrive
got no skills and got no game
sit and spit you're so damn lame
to think it all gave to you fame
your little fake and twisted game
Analyze and choose your words
comes out clean like healthy turds
truth is that you don't know jack
just get fools going with your trap
[chorus]
I am sick of all the hate
last hot take I think I'll take
nonsense always talking jive
only way for them to thrive
[bridge to solo]
got no skills and got no game
sit and spit you're so damn lame
to think it all gave to you fame
your little fake and twisted game
[solo]
Analyze and choose your words
comes out clean like healthy turds
truth is that you don't know jack
get fools going with your trap
crow must taste like chicken now
all the times your words got plowed
with shots and dunks and cracks and jams
took your takes and tossed em, damn
[spoken word while song fades out]
You'd think there'd be a limit to
times you can be wrong at your job,
dude, it's silly just how your views skewed, by jealous hate and money, you, little brittle bitter man, spreading all the hate you can, for money fame and all you own, what a guy, let's all go home!
