Self Hate - Reek, King Khali

Yeah, I be that bald fade, polo wearing nigga from the south

I done came a long way from nights of sleeping on the couch

High School bad grades mama almost kicked me out

But no matter where go I got a hater tryna doubt

I might just write a book about the shit

Extra extra read about it claiming he the king I doubt it say that he from

Clayton county he a product of surroundings

Man fuck that nigga

I heard his government Ashanti

I heard he dissing everybody

I gotta find something bout him

You know the skeletons inside closets

Cus he been beefin wit my potna

But ion know bout how it started

He just want attention

I might just pull up wit the choppa wit the clip in

I mean I never really shot it I’ll admit it

But right now I’m off a bean so I’m different

He ain’t even that nice wit the rap shit I put up a song and nobody even listen

Fuck is he kidding, how he get all these women

How come when I try talking to so and so she don’t reply but she all in his

mentions

Man it’s sickening

I got a sickness

Imma son him put that on my children

Yeah the ones that I never go visit

Cus my baby mama steady trippin

Anyway any day he’ll be slipping

I went to his show

I had to stay low even tho I’m front row

That nigga kinda big what he bout 6'4, but he 6 feet deep when I put him in the

floor

He rapping bout that struggle life that ion even even know

Shawty kinda fye but I ain’t finna let him know

My homie dont like him so you know I’m on go

Oh shit he right there, can I get a pic bro

Yeah ion like that nigga there, he too real when he spoke

Ion like that nigga, why?

Cus I hate me on the low

I just feel like he a lie, these facades make me real

I just hate, it’s easier to swallow how I feel

Yeah ion like that nigga there, he too real when he spoke

Ion like that nigga, why?

Cus I hate me on the low

I just feel like he a lie, these facades make me real

I just hate, it’s easier to swallow how I feel