Used To Hate It by Logic
[Verse 1: Logic]
Yea
Bitches be pressed for paper
Chillin' with my homie sledro while he ignites the
vapor
Life is a bitch and you cannot escape her
Unless you talking suicide
What the fuck you mean that I'm changin'?
Cause I finally gotta little bit of money and a range
in my drive way
With a rattpack smoking on zimbabwe
Crankin' Sinatra that my way
Bitches they love it
Visionary nothin' above it
Get shorties wet when I rub it
Carbon copies they dub it
[Hook x2]
You used to hate it
Now you love it
Smile in my face?
I think nothin' of it
Yea I'll shake your hand
Kill em' with kindness
Homie this is young Sinatra at his fuckin' finest
[Verse 2: Logic]
Yea
This is for my independent women that is runnin' shit
in high heels
Educated in business but majored in sex appeal
My shorty she gotta
Sportin' gucci louie and Prada
Looking beautiful in it all but I prefer nada
Yea, low maintenance and high scale
Type of shorty that when you get locked up she pay the
bail
I used to follow my dreams until I caught up to em'
People talking shit but pay attention to what we doin'
It's never been done
Watch me go platinum just for fun
Far from materialistic but let me stunt son
You know what I be on, you know where I be at
The proof is within the numbers they slumber but now
they react
I got 3 tapes, 0 tolerance one of the greats
Put that shit together and what you get that's where
I'm from
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