Hateful + Ungrateful Lyrics – AZ Chike

Read the full Hateful + Ungrateful lyrics by AZ Chike from the album No Rest For The Wicked along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Az Chike's music, you can also explore Rock Bottom and The World Is Ours, two other songs by Az Chike.

[Intro: AZ Chike]
Mm
Mm

[Verse: AZ Chike]
In this house with the Glocks, like a blouse, it come with extra buttons
Too much tripping in the comments, n!gga, step on something
Negotiate a hundred before I accept the budget
Six M's off the Warner deal, still rapping like I'm struggling
Eye twitching, boy, listen, I'm in it for the kill
We bully all the bullies, I'm in a hoodie, we just running drills
B!tch, the don dada, call one partner and you's a done deal
What happened last year? But I fear I'm on the hunt still
I'm cooking with grease, I don't want thе piece
I double up thе beef, that's cool with me, just double up the cheese
The general G, tell 'em beg me, please
If you don't wanna see what's up my sleeve, then keep the wolves at ease
Irritated, sick to my stomach
Made so much money, forgot my first name, they just call me "cousin"
N!ggas fake and b!tches nerve-wracking
But that's the thing, I learned lessons just to earn blessings
And lived through hell until I heard Heaven
I was starving, bird chesting like "Do y'all serve seconds?"
I don't miss, direct hit, send a firm message
You wasn't present which is precious, now meet your severance
You ruin long term riches for some small change
No favoritism here, to me, you n!ggas all strange
Feeling numb, once it's done, I felt all pain
That's what I do, I see it through, I'm screaming ball game
That's what's wrong with you n!ggas, grown and can't address your problems
Then play victim and go silent when I resort to violence
Pressure do make diamonds depend on how you apply it
It's really all about the value and who gon' fu*king buy it
Before the beef, just know the enemies was once friends
This a sweep, we don't touch hands, just get the dustpan
Do 'em bad, smoke 'em to ash, need something to dump in
Scream "Geronimo" and popping those that try to jump in

I feel the urge, can't put it into words
Military purge, yes, sir, I'm getting n!ggas served and
What's this? You on your strike third?
B!tch got some nerve, cut off her and I'ma make it burn

[Chorus: AZ Chike]
Yes, I learned from it
Well, so much for that, still couldn't turn to you
Yes, I still hate you
Spare you now? No thank you, I'm feeling ungrateful
Yes, I learned from it
Well, so much for that, still couldn't turn to you
Yes, I still hate you
Spare you now? No thank you, I'm feeling ungrateful

[Outro: AZ Chike & Mikey]
How that s*it happened?
How that s*it, like, make you feel to necessarily be a part of this s*it?
Like, I ain't even gon' lie, now?
Seeing that s*it, firsthand? That s*it feel
It's surreal, bro, that s*it be feeling fake
I ain't gon' lie, I told my girl that s*it, straight up
I ain't gon' hold you, bruh, I told her straight up, bro
I was like, n!gga, I, I came out the coma
I'm like, listen, sometimes I be feeling like
I'm still 'sleep, like that s*it be feeling fake
Like, what the homie do, the s*it that I seen, like, I'ma
Like, you know how big, like, I'm in a, I'm, I'm
I'm coming out my, I'm coming out my, I'm coming out my accident
Crying to Ab-Soul music, bro
You what I'm saying? And to and to be in the studio and watch the homie do a song
With a n!gga that I look up to at a high level
You get I'm saying?
It really fu*ked my mental up, like, you get what I'm saying?
Not in, not on no, not on no d!ck riding s*it
But on some real s*it, though, you get what I'm saying? I'm like the homie doing some s*it
Man, hearing "peekaboo," hearing people play that s*it
I don't even be saying nothing, but I just be sagging
And I just be hearing n!ggas play this s*it, you know what I'm saying?
I'm in my Tesla sagging
And I be just, on the side, I s— I look over, I see a family
On my mama, I got a homie, bro, my best friend, you feel me?
His kids that— bro, they know the, that s*it word for word, bro
Dead homies, bro, you know what I'm saying?
This s*it I don't even bring up, bro, you get what I'm saying?
But this, this reality, though, bro
I watched my homies progress in a way that I'm talking 'bout, bro
I ain't, I never thought I ever see, bro, I ain't gon' lie to you
That s*it motivating in a different type of way
I'm talking 'bout that s*it motivate me, I push that s*it onto my girl
Push that s*it on to my, the— everybody that's around me like, look, man
It's, it's, it's life out here, homie, it is, this s*it big, bro and you can grab it, you know what I'm saying?
'Cause it's n!ggas that's grabbing it and I'm watching 'em grab it, you know what I'm saying? (That's my boy)
On everything
Aight, Mikey, you gotta get up here, bruh, yeah
No, start a new recording