Smash Jackson - Tell me lyrics

[hook] Tell me, why these n***as wanna hate on me? Tell me, why these n***as dont respect my g? I done did my time in the motherf**ing street Now I spit, my lines over these motherf**ing beats Tell me, how the f** am I suposed to feel And the ones in love, dont keep it real And the ones in love, dont love you back And try to cover it up with fake hooks and jabs [verse1] Mac on the track, steven got the stash Smash to the jack, I smash on the track Yeah I get my shine on like gla** on the track Stay sharp as a tack, mind sharper than a dagger I could see what happend, before it even happend Before you get the yapping, I can hear the bullsh** ¨ Before you even say it, so homie just save it I ain't the one to play with no I ain't the one to play with Before the money get to me, I can smell it So gone in the hilly, no hilly, no k**er Alerted my senses, every since that extras I been playing from my distance When I ride, who gonna be in my pa**enger seat Lord knows, who your pa**engers be Im from the street like roachers, big heat, big holsters sh** ain't sweet, no hosters, shell scopes, no hopers [hook] [verse2] Mac on track, smash on them jacks Steven to the stash boy, steven got the stash Shoutout to my brother different daddy different mother Same hustle different struggle real n***a thats why I love you Love my n***as like my brothers ain't no friends here We all family thinking theres nothing but kids here Some n***as act like hoes, they way too emotional They jelousy runs way deeper than the ocean Flowing eventually, they get to swim out the water 'till they can't even swallow, 'till they dont even bother They just sufficoate from the hate Collapse from the pressure for them its too late So for that, I keep a mac, and the facts at a safe I put a bat to you face, if you n***as go against my mom Fakers created faking n***a ask my round Real n***a talking n***a ask my mom [hook} [verse3] Hating situations got my heart colder ovations You just here in my eyes im so tired of the hating So tired of debating should I k** em or not? When it is a, million mo' head frailing in this pot I get a vibe when these n***as around So I dig it as a sound when them n***as around You can't even look me in my eyes when them n***as around So I stare at the sky, while they, look at the crown Im living good doing me, and they hate that Im the reason they ain't made it to an ace I know the reason they ain't got a place yet Truth hurts and im the truth you gotta face that (I hate that) I progress every year like a man should Im tryna' eat fresh, tired of getting goods I keep it real to the moon ask my damn world Real talking if you [?] its a hand full [hook untill song fades}