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aaron weinberg - there is no hate lyrics

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next door, next door
gotta import the undressor
call me mr. g the impressor
got a pound of weed and a stressor
on the next floor, next floor
got a full house on the guest floor
she got an open mouth watchu talkin’ bout man i’m willis wasting these wet wh0r-s
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got a bad b-tch in that back seat
man she rosa parks but she’ll walk it off
i’ll tag team like a track meet
and her -ss beat so she take it off
and i’m taking off when i cashew
real n-ggas gon’ p-ss you
and i spat crack with a cracked bag full of bowls packed and a cracked pool
backpack on a bad mood
grind her -ss to a pant stool
i’ll flapjack with a bad cat, smash that like a taboo
i’m a tagged rat with a pack to move
so they watch me do the impossible
and i plot to choose got a lot to lose man i’ll ride the rules till they catch you

i be that young n-gga making cat stacks
what a bum n-gga you a lab rat
i let the gas p-ss then i p-ss back with a quarter ounce of that hashtag
i’m a mad mack with a brown bag got her fat -ss on a comeback
packed bowl with a bum match got em lightning up off a dumb rap
i’ll smack the bong like it’s 4th and long screaming hail mary you a mad man
packed van full of pakistans and the cash plan’s spitting head raps
head back i’m the head plan another way for me to try to get my head back
and i tread rapping on dead rappers i”m best after a high snack
byp-ssing their lives ashing that right p-ssing that kush
die fasting i”m high blasting that dynasty we took
with a little bit of smoke p-ssing my way
mixed with a joke and a right hook
i got punchlines for days
and if the beat bump then they shook, look

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adderall, adderall
in the library on adderall
i’m making paper i’m pushing labor i’m giving favors i have it all
selling pills in a bathroom stall like it’s basketball how i played the team
and i played my part as the players start man my plane departs off a patch a green
p-ssed the mean, you an average cat, got them a’s and d’s while your average flat
i’d rather axe em with battle raps i’m a madder mack than i’m paid to be
and i’m paid to see what it takes to be at the rooftop hanging with a crazy beat
and i made ’em beat ’em from a to z gun a n-gga in my face man that’s cake for me
aiming and leaning danger believe in christ cause the right got ’em changing and weakened
stained and defeated strained and bulemic puke on a track got ’em changing the beats and
maimed in the sheets with a pacemaker breathing, gotta race with a playmaker peaking
at the top of the game with a rock and a chain and a taste of the fame i’ve been needing

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