Future — Hate in Your Soul

[Intro] Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box, know what I'm sayin'? If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you [Chorus] Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothin' about it Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it You done sold your soul, you can't do nothin' about it [Verse 1] One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show A couple years ago, sellin' blow in Mexico Was a starter, something good Now I pull up in the 'Rari, I'm in my hood Yeah, just rollin' that dank up Niggas ain't never wanted no war with us Niggas ain't never did fly with us Bitch, my clique notorious Bet you can't come close to this I sit in the back of the whip like this Got a bankroll like I'm still servin' that fish scale I did a girl in private, she don't wanna hide it Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me I'm takin' this personal, nigga, like Monica I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas I keep a strap on me, Osama, you know I came and conquered I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time And I'm in Chanel and Prada [Chorus] Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothin' about it Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it You done sold your soul, you can't do nothin' about it [Verse 2] You in them cuts 'cause that's your hideaway You at your grandma house, you posted up You put that chopper on IG You ready to let it go to make 'em outta believers You hit your block and get at it You hit that block and get at it You used to glorify this life, nigga Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga You see how niggas thinkin' 'bout you? Now, you layin' on the pavement Nigga, bleedin' from your backside 'Boutta take a long vacation Pour out Hennessey for you Pour some Hennessey for you I know that's your favorite drink, nigga (I know that's your favorite drink) [Chorus] Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothin' about it Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it You done sold your soul, you can't do nothin' about it