You Must Hate Me

(Ay) Who really with this shit and who really not?
I been spending all my days with my bae, might tie the knot
I been knowing there’s a couple homies fiending for my spot
I’m like stop
I’m like stop

Like, who really ran that shit, I guess we’ll never know
Got a couple homies you should know, I been jacking their flow
Nah, I don’t stoop that low but got my baby saying “gold”
Every time I get the aux it’s like we starting up a show

Saying, think I got this shit down
Think I got the fuck now?
Feel like everybody screaming “Derek get the fuck out”
I think I fucked my luck now
I’m running off the blunt now
How the fuck you think I made these songs?
I hit the bong, wow

Everybody looking for attention
Everybody looking for applause
Everybody tryna get affection
Everybody looking for a cause
I been steady looking for a paycheck
Feel like Hoodie Allen saying “you next”
I ain’t ever really gave a fuck, but
Imma get a bag and a dumb flex

Life been giving me the top, top, top, top, top
Think I’m never gonna stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
If you thinking Imma drop, drop, drop, drop, drop
You must hate me like a lot, lot, lot, lot, lot

Life been giving me the top, top, top, top, top
Think I’m never gonna stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
If you thinking Imma drop, drop, drop, drop, drop
You must hate me like a lot, lot, lot, lot, lot

Ay, I took a look at my reflection, okay?
I need to chill and fucking turn a new page
And fucking turn a new page