You Hate What You Become by Brendon Tayler Lyrics
Yeah, I started this here at a young age
Money was not on my mental
I put down my phone, I picked up a pen
I’m try’na keep it fucking simple
Yeah, been drowning my sorrows in weed and liquor
The problems they only get bigger
When you try’na be the nigga
I body any nigga coming to me with that funny talk
And all that hungry shit
Fuck you. This one for me
This one for niggas that stay up at night
This one for bitches that’s breaking my heart, hmmm
Yeah, you better take me fucking serious
I know these niggas fucking scared of us
Fake sleeping on the kid
Up all night wondering how I do this shit
How I chop and how I screw this shit
How I pop and how I move this shit
Nicе guys never win this shit
So fuck ‘em all that’s how I’m in this shit
Mama told mе get that money
Last week I had nothing
I’m killing everybody literally
I’m killing myself ‘cause I’m sick of me
How’d I ever let it get to me
Broken heart that’s my destiny
I hope you feel it when I’m rappin
I hope you feel it when I’m hitting high notes
Side note, I’m not doing fine
You know this shit is really do or die
It’s either make it or its suicide
Get the money then I’m laying low
Get the money, pay my student loans
I never worry about so and so
Only worried ‘bout being broke
Only worried ‘bout getting on
Shit is taking too long
Yesterday was like tenth grade
This week it’s like I don’t know
They looking at me like what’s going on
I promised them I’m going super hard
But the politics got me stressed out
Man it’s who you know and who you don’t
What you do and you won’t
Different ways to sell you soul
Yeah, I don’t know about all that
I just focus on the concepts
I just focus on the concepts
Damn. I’m not sure if anybody makes real shit anymore
Damn. Ain’t that the truth
Have you watched the news
Everybody going through their own shit
I’m just try’na set the blueprint
I was better than ‘em all on my old shit
Don’t worry ‘bout my new shit
Never fucked with all the cool kids
I was focused on the music
Back then they ain’t fuck with me
Now I’m the one they wanna move with
We just wanna keep it moving
They just wanna whip a coupe man
Guess I’m different like 2 Chainz
Guess I’m moving like Bruce Wayne
They do not know what I’m doing
So I had to fucking prove it
Yeah
I started this yeah at a young age
Now I’m ‘bout to get it all
If you riding with me nigga (yeah)
Then you know we ‘bouta to fucking ball
And you know we ‘bouta kill ‘em all
Had to go and quit my fucking job
That was wasting all my fucking time
Now it’s please don’t waste my fucking time
3a.m. and I made 3 slaps
4a.m. and I got right back
Niggas snapping ain’t snap like that
2020 going crazy
All you niggas getting lazy
That’s why you niggas don’t phase me
All you niggas gotta pay me
Pay me to chill or pay to give you a song
I know that’s what you really want
All these niggas gotta front
Make me wanna stunt
Make me wanna cop a gun
Pop these niggas for the fun
All I know is never run
If you gonna talk back it up
Nothing to lose I’m sad enough
Nothing to lose I’m sad enough
I started this here at a young age
Thought I never needed help
Now I’m grinding with my niggas
You can’t do it by yourself
Did it all with no designer
Old sneakers and a Nike bag
Old bitch really did me bad
All the love that I thought I had
She the reason why I’m really sad
But I gotta let go of that
Yeah, But I gotta let go of that
Money was not on my mental
I put down my phone, I picked up a pen
I’m try’na keep it fucking simple
Yeah, been drowning my sorrows in weed and liquor
The problems they only get bigger
When you try’na be the nigga
I body any nigga coming to me with that funny talk
And all that hungry shit
Fuck you. This one for me
This one for niggas that stay up at night
This one for bitches that’s breaking my heart, hmmm
Yeah, you better take me fucking serious
I know these niggas fucking scared of us
Fake sleeping on the kid
Up all night wondering how I do this shit
How I chop and how I screw this shit
How I pop and how I move this shit
Nicе guys never win this shit
So fuck ‘em all that’s how I’m in this shit
Mama told mе get that money
Last week I had nothing
I’m killing everybody literally
I’m killing myself ‘cause I’m sick of me
How’d I ever let it get to me
Broken heart that’s my destiny
I hope you feel it when I’m rappin
I hope you feel it when I’m hitting high notes
Side note, I’m not doing fine
You know this shit is really do or die
It’s either make it or its suicide
Get the money then I’m laying low
Get the money, pay my student loans
I never worry about so and so
Only worried ‘bout being broke
Only worried ‘bout getting on
Shit is taking too long
Yesterday was like tenth grade
This week it’s like I don’t know
They looking at me like what’s going on
I promised them I’m going super hard
But the politics got me stressed out
Man it’s who you know and who you don’t
What you do and you won’t
Different ways to sell you soul
Yeah, I don’t know about all that
I just focus on the concepts
I just focus on the concepts
Damn. I’m not sure if anybody makes real shit anymore
Damn. Ain’t that the truth
Have you watched the news
Everybody going through their own shit
I’m just try’na set the blueprint
I was better than ‘em all on my old shit
Don’t worry ‘bout my new shit
Never fucked with all the cool kids
I was focused on the music
Back then they ain’t fuck with me
Now I’m the one they wanna move with
We just wanna keep it moving
They just wanna whip a coupe man
Guess I’m different like 2 Chainz
Guess I’m moving like Bruce Wayne
They do not know what I’m doing
So I had to fucking prove it
Yeah
I started this yeah at a young age
Now I’m ‘bout to get it all
If you riding with me nigga (yeah)
Then you know we ‘bouta to fucking ball
And you know we ‘bouta kill ‘em all
Had to go and quit my fucking job
That was wasting all my fucking time
Now it’s please don’t waste my fucking time
3a.m. and I made 3 slaps
4a.m. and I got right back
Niggas snapping ain’t snap like that
2020 going crazy
All you niggas getting lazy
That’s why you niggas don’t phase me
All you niggas gotta pay me
Pay me to chill or pay to give you a song
I know that’s what you really want
All these niggas gotta front
Make me wanna stunt
Make me wanna cop a gun
Pop these niggas for the fun
All I know is never run
If you gonna talk back it up
Nothing to lose I’m sad enough
Nothing to lose I’m sad enough
I started this here at a young age
Thought I never needed help
Now I’m grinding with my niggas
You can’t do it by yourself
Did it all with no designer
Old sneakers and a Nike bag
Old bitch really did me bad
All the love that I thought I had
She the reason why I’m really sad
But I gotta let go of that
Yeah, But I gotta let go of that