Yeah, I'ma rapper, this has no bad words in it although I use them a lot. Don't FLAME this if you don't like rap. Just leave comments on how it is and stuff.


Instrumentals: Hate It Or Love It

*BOOM*
You can hate or love things, or respect what you got//
You can keep fate and rough things, just protect your lot//
Lemme get at you, we all people, so put away your (ya) glock//
*BOOM*
I go around the school corner, man, can't stand the jocks//
They always runnin' they mouth, man, can't stand to shot//
I leave my house everyday, wishin' that stress would die//
But the day just flies with disses and then the implys//
I'm thinkin' to myself, grandma, just get a life//
Damn, man, can't stand the life that I go by//
But now about the places that I reside//
So get out your lighters and hold em up for Brooklyn//
Get them up for Philly, wait not Brooklyn, call it Crooklyn//
Cause these two is where all the real originals at//
And Philly was the place I was originally at//
Brooklyn is the place were all my friends at//
So God Bless ya'll and love the trends Sas//
*BOOM*
You can hate or love things, or respect what you got//
You can keep fate and rough things, just protect your lot//
Lemme get at you, we all people, so put away your (ya) glock//
*BOOM*
You know I try hard at school, but can't keep my concentration//
I'd be better off at home trying to make a fly deviantation//
In math, I just don't understand all of these equations//
So they give me tutoring as a compensation//
Then they say I sign my test, what an cheap accusation//
Then people look at me, like I don't even know Mason//
Yeah, I study my work, just me and the work ain't affiliated//
*BOOM*
You can hate or love things, or respect what you got//
You can keep fate and rough things, just protect your lot//
Lemme get at you, we all people, so put away your (ya) glock//
*BOOM*
Now I'm in my last year, it's all startin' to manifest//
I only got one chance, and I can't let it slip//
That's personal, so I ain't gonna reflect//
See, my partner Collin', he from the Mid-West//
Me and him passed this stuff together, all these rhymin' tests//
So if you lookin' for the kids with the platinum plaques//
Look for the best, nothing lest, so forget the rest//
*BOOM*
You can hate or love things, or respect what you got//
You can keep fate and rough things, just protect your lot//
Lemme get at you, we all people, so put away your (ya) glock//
*BOOM* (With A Fade)

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