In this audacious composition, Young Thug explores the dynamics of transient relationships and the opulent lifestyle associated with his fame. The repeated line, "Do not hate me, hate the game," serves as a mantra, suggesting that any negative emotions should be directed towards the system (the 'game') rather than the individual. Thug's lyrics paint a vivid picture of his luxurious life – from private jets to designer clothes – while also highlighting his detachment from emotional commitment in romantic engagements. This song is an unapologetic portrayal of a high-profile rapper's life where materialism often overshadows personal connections. 🎤 #Materialism #Fame #TransientRelationships #RapCulture
Hate the Game
Lyrics
I fucked her the first night, and then I never called again
Next time lil' shawty seen me, I was ridin' with her friend
This alligator Kelly, not the Stacey, please
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Hopped out the Lamborghini, and she ate me
All this water on my sleeve, I need a jet ski
Hopped off a Delta to a private jet
Hopped out, Beretta, then I shot his neck (grah)
Green face AP, I'm 'bout to call it Shrek (green, green)
Throw me a baddie, and I caught the catch (go)
How you don't hate the game and hate me? (Me)
Lot of flaw and misconceptions what it be (yeah)
I done came back from the dust, wipe off the leaves (yeah)
I don't want none of these sluts from off the streets
I fucked her the first night, and then I never called again
Next time lil' shawty seen me, I was ridin' with her friend
This alligator Kelly, not the Stacey, please
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
This baby blue Rolls-Royce done made lil' shawty drop her jaw
A nigga gettin' so big, I gotta get drove 'round by the law
Got tattoos up her sleeve, we on a shoppin' spree
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
I just left the Cullinan up at Capaco (skrt, skrt)
Rolls-Royce sittin' on my wrist, and, yes, in plain gold (oh, oh)
I told that bitch, "Don't fall for that lil' chainsaw" (oh, oh)
Turn it on from off and cut your name out (yeah)
My watch and my rings and my chains cost (oh, oh)
My boxers and my tank, they done came off (oh, oh)
Fuck cops, 'til then I bang with my thang out (yeah)
I drank sauces, yeah, yeah (oh, oh)
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
I fucked her the first night, and then I never called again
Next time lil' shawty seen me, I was ridin' with her friend
This alligator Kelly, not the Stacey, please
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
This baby blue Rolls-Royce done made lil' shawty drop her jaw
A nigga gettin' so big, I gotta get drove 'round by the law
Got tattoos up her sleeve, we on a shoppin' spree
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Do not hate me, hate the game, baby
Writer(s): Andrew Wotman, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Louis Russell Bell
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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