It's a thin line between paper and hate, Friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights, Hell or the pearly gates...I was destined to come, Predicted, blame God, He blew breath in my lungs.
Some seek fame cause they need validation, Some say hating is confused admiration.
Niggas hate what they can't understand, fear what they can't conquer
I don't get jealousy, I don't get how people hate each other - I never did.
