Future – Hate In Your Soul

You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
[Chorus]
And I’m in Chanel and Prada
[Intro]
I sit in the back of the whip like this
You in them cuts ’cause that’s your hiding ritual
(I know that’s your favourite drink)
Nigga, bleedin’ from your backside
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
You see how niggas think about you?
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
You hit that block an’ get in it

Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered

Yeah, just rolling that dank up
You at your grandma house, you posted up
Bitch my clique notorious
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it

You used to glorify this life, nigga
[Chorus]

[Chorus]
I’m takin’ this personal nigga like Monica
A couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico
Niggas ain’t never did fly with us
[Verse 2]
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Now I pull up in the ‘Rari, I’m in my hood
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show
I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas
You put that chopper on IG
Bet you can’t come close to this
Was a starter, something good
[Verse 1]
‘Boutta take a long vacation
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
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
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You ready to let it go to make ’em how to believe it
Niggas ain’t never wanted no war with us
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You hit your block an’ get in it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Now, you layin’ on the pavement

You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
Pour out Hennessey for you
Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
Got a bankroll like I’m still serving that fish scale
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box
I did a girl in private, she don’t wanna hide it
Pour some Hennessey for you
I know that’s your favourite drink, nigga