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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brandy Hawkins
Brandy Hawkins
Background Vocals
Luis Alicia
Luis Alicia
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor McClaine
Taylor McClaine
Songwriter
John Seda
John Seda
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Seda
John Seda
Producer
Hot Man
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
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