HATRED

This might (Huh)

This might cause an argument after I say this

But last night, I called my ex when I was faded (Ah, yeah)

And maybe I'm bein' too truthful right now

Because every time that you play this

It's gon' fill your heart up with hatred (Yeah, ooh-ooh)

Okay, mind you, I'm the most hated

Talkin' down on me online, but in real life, you know I'm your favorite

You were to write me a thank you letter, it'd be long as the motherfuckin' yellow pages

And it still wouldn't be enough, I won't take it

I used to love you, now I fuckin' hate you

It's crazy

I used to buy you stilettos and Birkins

I don't know why 'cause you wouldn't be here if I was hurtin'

I tried to erase you out my mind, all things was fine 'til I closed the curtain

I used to look at you like a God, knowin' damn well you an average person

I can't deal when you get blacked out like a thick bedroom curtain

Lookin' strong on the outside, but the inside of you hurtin'

Shit got way too complicated, I just want to moist you out like lotion

Do your new man have motion?

I heard he be sippin' on green and yellow like he really support Oakland

When I'm high, I don't like to be social

But for you, I did it to get closer

I feel sorry for him

'Cause I set the bar real high, yeah, I had you coastal

I bossed up on you just like I told you

Went to Paris, now I don't even know you

Walkin' 'round in this bitch like I owe you

Doin' everything that you're supposed to

Yeah, this might

This might cause an argument after I say this, huh

But last night, I called my ex when I was faded

And maybe I'm bein' too truthful right now

Because every time that you play this

It's gon' fill your heart up with hatred, I know

I know she saw the pictures of us out in public

She hit me like, "Was this all just for nothing?"

Trust me, that was a difficult discussion

I'm at this party, I don't know nobody

And I'm on some shit that is not for consumption

Stop tryna argue and make assumptions

We could be doing something more productive, uh

I take you to Turks, no TSA clearance

I'ma show you I'm serious

I get my assistants to handle your errands

Grateful for your parents (Uh-huh)

When it come to you, no, I'm not sharin' (Uh-huh)

I'ma put you so deep in Bottega, get rid of that old shit you was wearin' (Hm)

Change your number, your old n- toast (Hm)

And I'm obviously doin' the most for you

Baby girl, 'cause you deserve it

You keep me calm when I'm nervous (Uh-huh)

I never second guess making any kind of purchase on you (For sure)

I treat you like I'm tryna bribe ya (For sure)

Double Cs on your visor (For sure)

You're better looking than a model (For sure)

Yeah, this might

This might cause an argument after I say this, huh

But last night, I called my ex when I was faded

And maybe I'm bein' too truthful right now

Because every time that you play this

It's gon' fill your heart up with hatred, I know