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envy caine - loving the hate lyrics

[verse 1: kush binflockin]
is it love or is it hate?
i see the fake through my cartier frames, on bro
fake love makin’ me hate love
why when i win you be movin’ away?
why would you play and you know i don’t play?
like, how many times i pulled up let it spray?
why when i lose it’s a l by myself?
why i don’t never take that l with gang?

[verse 2: envy caine]
fl!ck it up, get away, don’t leave a trace
put him in the sky somewhere outer sp+ce
chase him out the car, shot him by the train
cuzzo use to dance we got him out the way
wait, why would n+ggas eat a lil food and then forget the people they was starvin’ with?
i rather struggle, ride, finesse, and hustle with the same n+ggas that i started with
the head gave the free up
i was at the [?]
had to send the rest of it through zelle
i was slidin’ with shiggy, we spin through the 50z
told kush suite up and be ready

[verse 3: kush binflockin]
bet, watch when i bend on that strip and if i see+
ima give him the clip
free lil bro made it hot in december
duppy gang, we really stomp on the steppers
free khay flockin, can’t forget him, i might pop a perc but it won’t make it better
and it’s still free all them outstanding members
i still don’t recall all them days, i remember
i was just stuck in that box by myself, gangsta, and i wasn’t askin’ for help
knew who dissin’ me, like, y’all don’t know how it felt
like, we ain’t give y’all the belt
i know a rapper that tried to show off on his birthday, what you think happened? belt
like, he did it to himself
rah swish now you gon’ see how it felt
[verse 4: envy caine]
when we spin through their block they be hidin’ and sh+t
when their man’s disappeared then their moms got hit
we all masked up, only glocks in the whips
duck your taco, don’t get floxked in your sh+t
i got counterfeits, coke, percs, still crackin’ cards, i’m the man in the town
i got lit off the blockwork, i’m havin’ real za, i really ran them pounds
i’m too sneaky i crept up on ‘em, sent the figi, he should’ve ran through the crowd
i been floxkin’ know i really drop opps, tell them pick their mans off the ground
i remember the last time we caught a woo
started lettin’ off shots then that boy went poof
she let me slap i met her on the stu
i caught some matta gave that girl the boot
bro started floxkin’, shot him out his shoes
they don’t know what happened, they don’t got no proof

- envy caine lyrics

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