Music Video
Top Songs By Taylor McClaine
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brandy Hawkins
Background Vocals
Luis Alicia
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor McClaine
Songwriter
John Seda
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Seda
Producer
Hot Man
Producer
Lyrics
See the hate go as more success that I accumulate
Winning is my mandate, gotta go and get that cake
Get that cash I keep it a buck, my niggas coming up
We shot straight into the future, we gon fuck your city up
See the hate go as more success that I accumulate
Winning is my mandate, gotta go and get that cake
Get that cash I keep it a buck, my niggas coming up
We shot straight into the future, we gon fuck your city up
Picked up the phone and hit JB up on that line doe
What's that market doing, calculating right point of entry
Just to Make a stack and never give it back
God forbid, if I skid, continue plotting on that grid
Put my heart on my sleeve, never tainted by the greed
Seen my sense with my pen with that shit right in my hand Know I keep it firsthand
Everything in my path I devour, you niggas sour, working to uplift and to empower
See the hate go as more success that I accumulate
Winning is my mandate, gotta go and get that cake
Get that cash I keep it a buck, my niggas coming up
We shot straight into the future, we gon fuck your city up
I just see the hate man, I see the hate man
I just see that hate, that motherfucker, yeah that hate man
I just see the Hate, the hate hate the hate man
I just see that hate, that motherfucker, yeah the hate man
I just see the hate, that Hate hate hate
I just see that hate, that motherfucker, yeah the hate man
I just see the hate, that hate, hate, that Hate man
I just see that hate, that motherfucker, yeah that hate man
See the hate go as more success that I accumulate
Winning is my mandate, gotta go and get that cake
Get that cash I keep it a buck, my niggas coming up
We shot straight into the future, we gon fuck your city up
Maybe I'll be the sculptor and a spark for generations
And I'm triggered by emotions and my smile keep on fading In these words
I feel awake, a safe haven, and level up performance when it's game time
98 Like hangtime, cool like omega, went sega, you talking bout that greater
And when we talking bout that paper Mama gave me tools up in my toolbox
To figure out that right lock
I got my shot, won't stop, I'm headed to the fucking top
And when I drop back, hit you with that wildcat, know just how my niggas stack
Now we on the fucking map, see the hate go as more success that I accumulate
Winning is my mandate, gotta go And get that cake
I just see the hate man, I see the hate man
I just see that hate, that motherfucker, yeah that hate man
I just see the Hate, the hate hate the hate man
I just see that hate, that motherfucker, yeah the hate man
I just see the hate, that Hate hate hate
I just see that hate, that motherfucker, yeah the hate man
I just see the hate, that hate, hate, that Hate man
I just see that hate, that motherfucker, yeah that hate man
Writer(s): Taylor Davis
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