Hatin On ft. Catie K Lyrics

Ayo Gabriel, How you do dat shii

So I still feel like I've been Losing myself, so I

Hold on tight to the bottle, Now it's my friend

Cause it don't have a judge me, It don't have a judge me

Why you sitting down there Pointing fingers at a youngin

You acting like you ain't never Been to the dungeon

Why you tripping on me dawg, Acting like you Saint dawg

You know there ain't none of That, you be playing like you God dawg

You ain't God's favorite

Yeah you hatin on me

Man you still hatin on me

Yeah they hatin on me

Yeah they hatin on me

Lately I been thinking bout you All the way And

I need you here to get me Through this

Pain Cause mama, I just need Your love before

I try

I said I been through the pain And I been

Through the blames

Now we go to the point where Y'all nigga ain't

Really afraid My mama call me Victor, now I see why she

Gave me this name

I was born to be a winner man, This shit

In my veins

I don't know why they hate, That shit I can't

Tolerate

They was fucking with me back Then, now they tryna

Take food off my plate

Man, it's me against the world Mom told me to

Isolate

Since I lost my brother to Drugs, shit ain't

Never be the same

Why you sitting down there Pointing fingers at a youngin

You acting like you ain't never Been to the dungeon

Why you tripping on me dawg, Acting like you Saint dawg

You know there ain't none of That, you be playing like you God dawg

You ain't God's favorite

Yeah you hatin on me

Man you still hatin on me

Yeah they hatin on me

Yeah they hatin on me

Every single time I see you I say It feel like I'll be dying inside

And I hate to see you when you Cry And I hate to see you when You sad

Why you sitting down there Pointing fingers at a youngin

You acting like you ain't never Been to the dungeon

Why you tripping on me dawg, Acting like you Saint dawg

You know there ain't none of That, you be playing like you God dawg

You ain't God's favorite

So I still feel like I've been Losing myself, so I

Hold on tight to the bottle, Now it's my friend

Cause it don't have a judge me, It don't have a judge me

Why you sitting down there pointing fingers at a youngin

You acting like you ain't never Been to the dungeon

Why you tripping on me dawg, Acting like you Saint dawg

You know there ain't none of That, you be playing like you God dawg

You ain't God's favorite

Yeah you hatin on me

Man you still hatin on me

Yeah they hatin on me

Yeah they hatin on me