The Hated Lyrics - Dave East

We gotta get it 

They hated Esco 

They hated Escobar 

I'm still here 

Dave East talk that talk 

Streets need that; 

NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world 

Lets get it 

I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back 

Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack 

One conversation between homies, better yet brothers 

That used to spend the night with each other 

They moms was best friends 

One name was Anthony, the hood called 'em Ant Live 

Kept his pistol on 'em, so he bought a bigger pant size 

He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die 

That was ten years ago 

Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow 

Now he throw a set up anywhere he go 

He just a product of his environment 

Told me he'd rather die than ever go to Rikers again 

Did a bid, his celly was blood, he studied five percent 

Came home, like let niggas see me, I'll never ride with tint 

Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North 

She was busting checks with the wrong nigga 

He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor 

Lose the attitude, he miserable 

For years he tried to get a lick or two 

Moms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into 

Ant' met Cory when they was kids with innocence 

Ant' hated his dad around 'cause that nigga was militant 

Cory found a holder pass, some cash, they could triple it 

Double it, stack it up, Cory ain't never want to spend 

Ant' was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped 

Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch 

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They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin 

(They gon' hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment 

No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness 

Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it 

They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin 

(They gon' hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment 

No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness 

Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it 

Ant' and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that 

No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back 

Six in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life 

Streets will teach you quick, ain't nothing free, pay the price 

Eviction notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night 

Cory had the sour with him, Ant' fuck with 'yola 

Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders 

Locked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders 

Cory told Ant' on the V I the block was changing 

Ant' told Cory be grateful, freedoms' amazing 

Three and half light bed, Ant' stayed in drama 

He was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing 

No MySpace 

Cory and Ant' had butter rockin' 

The other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him 

Couple hate us, but nothing major, they knew the streets 

Niggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe 

Cory took it on the chin, he wasn't new to beef 

Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak 

Thats a man down, Ant' told Cory have the fam 'round 

And keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown 

They hustle low, so much evidence that [?] found 

Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van 'round 

They snatched him and talked about the way he got it 

Broke the code, that was snitchin', it ain't no way around it 

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They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin 

(They gon' hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment 

No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness 

Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it 

They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin 

(They gon' hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment 

No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness 

Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it 

Ayo' East 

It's your man, Nas Esco' 

Keep doin' what you do 

Peace be on to you my young brother 

Young king