His Story - Iman Shumpert

You hate that you love it

You know it

You hate that you love it

Admit it

You hate how it’s written

You hate how we thuggin

If you came to try to stop it you buggin'

I Paint pictures

For kids who had nothin

That shorty that got it

You thought he was bluffin

That rich kid that just needed his father

But his father a workaholic

So he talk to a bottle

I walk for the people I got em

Everything I’m discussin is common

All this money is bringing is drama

All that this money is bringing is drama

Wifey opened up my back

Put the battery in me

These people wantin my identity

S’flattering to me

Came in the league

And my Image was so clean cut

Then I messed up

Got locked up

The shit sucks

But I ***siren sound*** up

And I flexed up

Cause my check up

My Mclaren is white wit da gold trim

I’m so blessed up

You hate that you love it

You know it

You hate that you love it

Admit it

They tryna hold my head under da water I get it

But I let I go and grew gills

To swim the fishes

Bump the high road

I’m tryna play chicken

I hope that they listening

I’m cookin up

It’s so hot in this kitchen I’m in

The «Fade» came out

Then the hate came out

The pressure’s on

But I’m prepared to bring my A game out

I been workin like a slave

At my alma matter

I don’t talk a lot about it

But I got a lot of problems Ima solve

If you ain’t ready for consequence

Then don’t get involved

Pop told me walk wit yo head up

'Fore they cut it off

It’s blood in my eyes

I done seen the worst

You let it breath and it spreads

That’s how fire works nigga

I’m standing on a million

I used to think that wings came wit da feelin'

Nah

Cause I ain’t dead I survive shit

Wild shit

20 on 1 and I survived it

Mob shit

Wonder why I’m wildin

Veins popping out my neck

Gotta keep this family smiling

Yeah

You hate that you love it

You know it

You hate that you love it

Admit it

You hate how it’s written

You hate how we thuggin

If you came to try to stop it you buggin

You hate that you love it

You know it

You hate that you love it

Admit it

Ya best believe

Ima take me a knee for the anthem

This platform is OD

He’s a beast if you amp him

See Wifey badder

Than that Larry Obrien

She dipped herself in the gold

Here they go sirens my nigga

One time for the gifted individual

They nothin like I

So they when ask me for my size

Reply a 46.5

Baboon booty shoe bottom

Like who got em

Who’s hotter than

Opillas own

Root for Chi

But the pill is home my nigga

Dame nice but he no where

Near the throne my nigga

How 'bout y’all leave me lone

Y’all puttin me in a zone

That hate gon' turn in to love

I go Sylvester salone!

You hate that you love it

You know it

You hate that you love it

Admit it

You hate how I’m spittin

You hate it ain’t written

You hate it you hate it

You love it

You hate that you love it

You know it

You hate that you love it

Admit it