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Hatred
Hip-Hop/Rap
Hatred was released on January 12, 2026 by SENATE 315 as a part of the album The Senate Vol. 2
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Release DateJanuary 12, 2026
LabelSENATE 315
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
THE SENATE 315
THE SENATE 315
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
THE SENATE 315
THE SENATE 315
Songwriter

Lyrics

Tomb Raiders
Ayo, Darshell, yo, Jigg
This time next year, sixes, my ****
Come on
Yo, I'ma kill this **** Taj, I'm sick of hearing his name
He think he a pimp, always in the ear of my dame
Why you mad? 'Cause you still rocking camouflage
And your wife saw me once, now she want a little Taj
Just watch me, man, and maybe you will learn a little
Your coke don't sell 'cause it only burn a little
I sell burn-clean, see-through cookies
Eyes water when you chop it up, catch up, rookie
Yeah, the talk of the town, the one your wife think about
After you J her for thirty seconds and take it out
Pause, I go for hours from the sink to the showers
I nut on her face, you lick her ass and bring her flowers
And yeah, fam, oh, I talk like Rambo
'Cause I got the same guns Arnold had in Commando
He going to Fairfield, Taj fly to Orlando
And pick up bricks like pick-up sticks, catch up, pricks
The ****, they hate him, the ladies, they love him (That's right)
He fucking my bitch, I'm ready to slug him (Pause)
The only bird Taj beefing about
Weigh a little over two pounds and
She don't sleep in the house (Come on)
The ****, they hate him, the ladies, they love him (That's right)
He fucking my bitch, I'm ready to slug him (Pause)
The only bird Taj beefing about
Weigh a little over two pounds and she don't sleep in the house
I know you faggots see the chain on me
Got you saying to yourself, "Damn, I wish
He get caught with some 'caine on him"
You can't stand me, I can tell, why you eye-screwing?
I been to college, babe, bro, studied eye movements
I'm not a dumb dude, so I sit and I watch
And if I know you got it, I'll make a **** gun food
I set up shop on your block and we ain't gon' move
And believe me, dog, ain't nothing we won't move
X pills, cocaine leak and purple haze
James Worthy throwback on with the purple J's
Of course it's Tot, waves are spinning
One of the few without a deal with every flavor linen
Yeah, that's right, cocksucker, swallow your deal
Wanna escape reality, player? Then swallow a pill
Or just admit it, Taj one of the best that did it
And I still do it, seven figures, fam, I done blew it
Be around blood, so ****, it's rare that I blew it
Play broke all the time, my money's wet and I blew it
But the truth is, my ****, it's rare that I use it
I rob even with a mil', ****, even with a deal
Ask Old Stone, we rob even on the hill
Draco watch, yellow rocks, he ain't leaving off the hill
Twenty-five dollar profit off each and every pill
We made a hundred thou' this week, so next week, we gon' chill
The ****, they hate him, the ladies, they love him (That's right)
He fucking my bitch, I'm ready to slug him (Pause)
The only bird Taj beefing about
Weigh a little over two pounds and
She don't sleep in the house (Come on)
The ****, they hate him, the ladies, they love him (That's right)
He fucking my bitch, I'm ready to slug him (Pause)
The only bird Taj beefing about
Weigh a little over two pounds and she don't sleep in the house
Word, T-Money and Taj, AKA the Prada Twins
Gave my mom my advance, already got a Benz
Cake before rap, y'all mad I ain't gotta spend
Twenty-seventh and Eleventh, bam, gotta send
The Tunnel and Speed, after that, the LQ
After the LQ, M&G's, then to the coupe
I been clubbing 'til the sun came up
That's why I laugh when y'all stunt, knowing y'all just came up
Stop lying, you ain't never picked up no 'caine
Or got head in the club off the strength of your chain
You ain't never got a bird off the strength of your name
Keep hating and I'ma keep throwing dick in your dame, ****
The ****, they hate him, the ladies, they love him (That's right)
He fucking my bitch, I'm ready to slug him (Pause)
The only bird Taj beefing about
Weigh a little over two pounds and
She don't sleep in the house (Come on)
The ****, they hate him, the ladies, they love him (That's right)
He fucking my bitch, I'm ready to slug him (Pause)
The only bird Taj beefing about
Weigh a little over two pounds and she don't sleep in the house
See what the fuck I'm talking about, man?
The man just keep making damn hits
And you gonna ask me whether my ass stinks or fucking Taj Mahal
I oughta come over there and beat your fucking ass, ****
I don't ever want to hear that name
Written by: THE SENATE 315
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