I Can't Hate Myself ft. NicX Lyrics

I Can't Hate Myself ft. NicX - Angelo Mota

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{Angelo Mota}

Cause I can't hate myself, unless I ain't myself

And when I ain't myself, it's hard to tell

Cause I can't hate myself, unless I ain't myself

And when I ain't myself, it's hard to tell

Cause I can't hate myself, unless I ain't myself

And when I ain't myself, it's hard to tell

Cause I can't hate myself, unless I ain't myself

And when I ain't myself, it's hard to tell

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah

Get your hands up, stack your sins up

I got my wins up, I got my wins up

Get your hands up, stack your sins up

I got my wins up, I got my wins up

I got my

I been looking for an out, I got burns on my couch

Mota make it bounce, make it dribble, make it

I can not account for the red in my account

Got em down for the count, I'm out for blood I'm like the Count

Look me in my eyes so you know I live it

World so frigid, we just hit the single digits

Don't snake, don't switch, don't pivot

When I'm finished with it, imma have my own exhibit

Car trouble, still whip it like it's from Xzibit

Used to want the fame until I seen what came with it

Used to pop a pill but now I'm popping canned spinach

Tired of tryna keep explaining when you can't get it

Cause I can't hate myself, unless I ain't myself

And when I ain't myself, it's hard to tell

Cause I can't hate myself, unless I ain't myself

And when I ain't myself, it's hard to tell

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah

Get your hands up, stack your sins up

I got my wins up, I got my wins up

Get your hands up, stack your sins up

I got my wins up, I got my wins up

I got my

{NicX}

I been looking for a O

Let me check in my account

Checks on checks you could look at my neck

And can tell my advance is not gon' bounce

If the clock still count gotta make that count

But I just can't keep my count

Wickedly ways and wicked amounts

I just ate a dish that I can't pronounce

Being broke was the title, and I just broke that cycle

So when a nigga ball go psycho, damn a nigga just like Michael

Shoot my range on rifle

Shot my shot that's light but I

Don't know why she sit so high though

I'll knock a bitch off of the Eiffel

My success so vital

Verse on verse it's straight from the Bible

Genocide I don't know why though

They just waiting on my arrival

Used to pop a pill but now I'm popping

Bad bitch DM hopping

Coliseum stocking

{Angelo Mota}

Cause I can't hate myself, unless I ain't myself

And when I ain't myself, it's hard to tell

Cause I can't hate myself, unless I ain't myself

And when I ain't myself, it's hard to tell