Da Hated Lyrics - Vado

[Verse 1: Vado] 

Fuck duckin' drug enforcement 

Tryna turn my niggas to Doug Morrises 

Put 'em in position, become bosses 

Writings on the wall, when spittin' I hung portraits 

Waves spinnin', I'm dumb nauseous 

If you got a few sittin' I want more of it 

Never take the first number the judge offers 

I'm in the Gucci store right under the Trump office 

Are you living or you existin'? 

Gotta start living, can't be resistant 

No matter how you get it just be persistent 

Consistent, from not become a statistic 

Realistic, no lie 

I'm at these niggas necks and I'm gifted, bow tie 

Claimin' you the best, what you sniffin'? Bro high 

Sugar Ray Leonard, it be hittin' like no mas, hah 

Shame on a nigga, they tryna run game on a nigga 

Like I ain't learn the game from a nigga 

Ready to cock back and aim on a nigga 

Droppin' the top back in the rain on a nigga 

Rims bendin' the corners, bad bitches is on us 

Breakin' day with the hittas, hit dirty kitchen in the morning 

Breakin' haze in the swisher, that piff be havin' me yawnin' 

Niggas claiming they with you, until it's rainin' and stormin' 

That fake shit, smile up in your face shit 

Get around niggas and always sayin' some hate shit 

How you been eatin'? Ain't never hand 'em a plate shit 

Always see you speedin', up down the block in the spaceship 

Hoodie on, BAPE fit, my blood on his ape shit 

Clip will go bananas on any tree that he shake with 

Feds in the cameras, they tryna peep every payment 

Move like Sopranos we only speak in the basement 

Check my bank statements, while I stay patient 

Niggas ain't playin', be careful who you play with 

Huh, you think shit a game 

Got stopped by Police, gave a different name 

Had my OG give me different game 

Before my face was on the piece of a nigga chain 

Wish y'all could feel a nigga pain 

Climbin' out the hole like the nigga Bane 

Got a condo, a crib in Wayne 

Nothing around but mansions, got me feeling strange 

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[Verse 2: Dave East] 

Goin' crazy, late 80's and I'm still insane 

From the streets, if you listen closely you can hear the train 

My man got me vexed like fuck a friendship 

Throw 80 at a nigga Mercedes and watch the Benz flip 

My coach told me I was a loser and wouldn't win shit 

Now I got twin chicks on my dick beggin' to french kiss 

Still got my GemStar, deflate all that gym shit 

Buck fifty work your face out, permanent grin shit 

I used to keep a negative vibe, was on some Grinch shit 

Skimp a lil work off the top, I used to pinch shit 

Uh, I just got off a jail call, an hour long 

Feds be listening so we kickin' it with the shower on 

These niggas acid, I'm cocaine in powder form 

Watch his body drop, then we pulled off knockin' Quiet Storm 

Yellow butter soft, I'm feelin' like Ike Love 

Everybody pull up with choppers, shit like a bike club 

Lately I just come up with this shit, ain't gotta write much 

I'm focused, niggas with no direction'll fuck your life up 

It's orchestrated, how the fuck these niggas afford to hate it? 

Smoke with the dead, I might walk inside a morgue and blaze it 

These are scriptures, all my verses are more than sacred 

It's levels to this, you ain't never heard no Porches racin' 

You ain't never been 'round no bitches that's more than basic 

The coke weak, don't trust the plug, then you oughta taste it 

Put it on your gum, see how quick it numb 

Your bitch stressed, she keep tellin' me 'bout how quick you cum 

When I think of the illest, I figure Big and Pun 

Put a fork in him, this nigga done, go get a gun 

Fightin' ain't like you, confused, why would they hype you? 

Nigga you Ron Harper, out here actin' like Michael 

This what the life do, my past women spiteful 

But fuck it, we got baking soda, let's see what this ice do 

My man he just got his house I'm 'bout to send a kite through 

Don't come around, I ain't invite you 

I used to do Mauri gators, them shits will bite you 

Don't nobody touch no money 'til the dice move 

Just keep it tall, your mans sit and you see his call 

Bitches talkin' bout Dave East from London the Edenwald 

I ain't scared of death, when I sleep, me and the Reaper talk 

Fresh out public housin', this life is better than we'd a thought 

I want you off this Earth then we don't need to talk 

Same rules apply, baby, she ain't fuckin' then she can walk 

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