Hate Goes On - Jelly Roll

Why you wanna hate on me I'm just out her in these streets Why you wanna hate on me I got a family to i'm just trying eat Why you wanna hate me We all got a struggle, you just blinded by the hate Why you wanna hate on me It's plenty of money, you just gotta make ya plate I'm in the same boat, you hating on the wrong man All I had was my momma, never had a helping hand Northend raise me, ogs made me Showed me how tote a gun, showed me how 2 be a man Never had a father figure, had to get it from the streets Kill or be killed, that was the code in the streets It's cold in the D, at 15 I had my heat With no hesitation, I put a nigga 6 feet Everybody getting money, while im just struggling Had to stay humble, while everybody bubbling 18 I got shot, my thigh was so hot Can't believe all my sins got me pop I Looked up in the sky and ask God for a change If you want to make it out, then you gotta switch lanes Never knew doing good, can cause so much pain All my hood niggas ain't look at me the same I was so lost, thinking why I'm living for Suicide thoughts, I don't wanna live no more A blessing in disguise, damn I got a baby girl Never ask why, on God, I'mma show the world Yea I'm getting money, but you'll don't see the other side My brother got shot, ain't to many homies down 2 ride If you get shot, best believe I'm the first to slide Scary ass niggas, when its pressure you gone run and hide You ain't never know, 4 years I been homeless right Sleeping in my car, gun close, and i grip tight Fighting all my demons, ask the lord can shed some light Keep my kids smiling, they will never see a struggle life Why you wanna hate on me I'm just out her in these streets Why you wanna hate on me I got a family to i'm just trying eat Why you wanna hate me We all got a struggle, you just blinded by the hate Why you wanna hate on me It's plenty of money, you just gotta make ya plate I miss birthdays, cuz I'm striving for a better life My pride, want let a bitch nigga play me twice You miss the money stacking, before I got the ice You hang around fuck niggas, so they rob you twice I looked up to yall, but now I got the spot light No heat up in the house, don't tell me bout no cold night I'm my own man, don't tell me who I look like Black man living, every day I gotta fight It cost to be a boss, that's why I'm a king homie Raised in the slums, my goals just a little bigger The streets made me heartless, ain't scared to pull the trigger No matter if you rich, you still labeled as a nigga College days, going back and forth on the bus It was days, I was feeling like giving up Winter nights, got rob getting off the bus I'm broke to, motherfucker I ain't got much You don't know half the shit, that I had to go through Got it on my own, so I never had to owe you I'm trying to make it to, I ain't never been rich I was ace in the hood, I ain't never been mitch Bitch, I was just waiting for the come up Sleepless nights, I was writing to sun up In that booth, I couldn't wait to go the fuck off You see me now, I'm a motherfucking show off I went from loon, now world call me King Tel Look me in my eyes, can't tell me I ain't seen hell All my life, I was told I was going fail I do it for my daughters, so please God, dont let me fail Why you wanna hate on me I'm just out her in these streets Why you wanna hate on me I got a family to i'm just trying eat Why you wanna hate me We all got a struggle, you just blinded by the hate Why you wanna hate on me It's plenty of money, you just gotta make ya plate

Ridin' on a greyhound, countin' those white lines Destination I don't know and I'm feelin' like I'm dyin' Well ten years on this road, might of took its toll But the man with the plan says the band has got to go I said roll gypsy roll Lord just pick up your bags and go Met many a woman on my way down the line Every woman that I met I've left satisfied I made lots of money, just how much well I don't know But most of the money I done stuck up my nose I said roll gypsy roll Lord just pick up your bags and go Gypsy's life's a story and its one that's never told He's always hungry, he's always on the go With no tomorrow, you're promised misery Oh when you're movin' around from town to town Roll ooh roll Made lots of money just how much well I don't know But most of the money I done stuck up my nose And maybe that's the reason I don't know where I'm goin' I don't know - oh - oh Roll-oh gypsy roll

Roll Jordan roll Roll Jordan roll Oh, I want to get to Heaven when I die To hear ol' Jordan roll Roll Jordan roll Roll Jordan roll Oh, I want to get to Heaven when I die To hear ol' Jordan roll My brother, you ought to been there Yes, my Lord A sitting in the kingdom To see ol' Jordan roll Roll Jordan roll Roll Jordan roll Oh, I want to get to Heaven when I die To hear ol' Jordan roll My mother, you ought to been there Yes, my Lord A sitting in the kingdom To see ol' Jordan roll Roll Jordan roll Roll Jordan roll Oh, I want to get to Heaven when I die To hear ol' Jordan roll Oh, I want to get to Heaven when I die To see ol' Jordan roll