Hate In Your Soul

	  		
Intro: F#m C#m 

Bm 
Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box 
D 
If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you 


C#m                             F#m 
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet 
C#m                       Bm 
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist 
E 
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it 
D 
You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothing about it 
C#m                        Bm 
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet 
Bm 
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist 
E 
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it 
D 
You don' sold your soul, you can't do nothing about it 


verse 1 
D 
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show 
   Bm 
A couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico 
       A 
Was a starter, something good 
                      Bm 
Now I pull up in the 'Rari, I'm in my hood 
                         D 
Yeah, just rolling that dank up 
Niggas ain't never wanted no war with us 
                       Bm 
Niggas ain't never did fly with us 
Bitch my clique notorious 
                    E 
Bet you can't come close to this 
I sit in the back of the whip like this 
Bm 
Got a bankroll like I'm still serving that fish scale 
D 
I did a girl in private, she don't wanna hide it 
Bm 
Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me 
E 
I'm takin' this personal nigga like Monica 
Bm 
I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas 
Bm                                     C#m 
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered 
                                             E 
I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster 
     Bm          E         Bm        D 
You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time 
And I'm in Chanel and Prada 

 
C#m                             F#m 
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet 
C#m                       Bm 
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist 
E 
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it 
D 
You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothing about it 
C#m                        Bm 
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet 
Bm 
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist 
E 
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it 
D 
You don' sold your soul, you can't do nothing about it 


verse 2 
F#m 
You in them cuts 'cause that's your hiding ritual 
C#m 
You at your grandma house, you posted up 
Bm 
You put that chopper on IG 
D                           E               D 
You ready to let it go to make 'em how to believe it 
You hit your block an' get in it 
Bm           E 
You hit that block an' get in it 
               C#m 
You used to glorify this life, nigga 
Bm 
Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga 
D 
You see how niggas think about you? 
Bm 
Now, you layin' on the pavement 
E        C#m 
Nigga, bleedin' from your backside 
Bm 
'Boutta take a long vacation 
D 
Pour out Hennessey for you 
Bm 
Pour some Hennessey for you 
A 
I know that's your favourite drink, nigga 
Bm 
(I know that's your favourite drink) 


C#m                             F#m 
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet 
C#m                       Bm 
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist 
E 
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it 
D 
You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothing about it 
C#m                        Bm 
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet 
Bm 
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist 
E 
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it 
D 
You don' sold your soul, you can't do nothing about it